The Ghost Land

Not a stir, not a stir in the land,
The cloudless sky
Of a ghost world –
Businessmen hurrying to their offices,
Businessmen hurrying to their homes,
Businessmen hurrying to their golf clubs,
Their souls locked in their cars.

Not a kick, not a kick in the heart
Of the land,
But only a slow desperation –
Girls hurrying to their sodality meetings,
Girls hurrying to the theatre,
Girls with girls
Walking to their chastity graves.

Not a kick, not a stir
In heart or in air.