you
and the very last sound she could taste the blood from a broken limb
there beneath words and just before the flow
she came by herself to a crowded market square
from where they turned over all the tables but did not see him standing there
a need for her in every face she said to him softly how long till we realise what we already know
he said sit softly and say it to me before you go
he said sit softly and say it to me before you go