Adieu

'Bulle de sabon' riding the air

Refractions of gold and mauve

'Ballon en latex' bounce and 'couler'

Pat pat – shock, fear, dissappointment, tears

Shell of the egg - 'Coquille d'oef'

Smooth and 'parfait', tan-speckled

No chick within nor 'dejeuner'

Slime and a sulphur smell in the air

'Noyau de noix' liberated from

A brown wrinkled shell like a stone

A shrivelled dry black bitter thing

An aftertaste just like quinine

Soapmist in the air

Nut shells and filth down there

False and hollow - 'Vede ve faux'

Nauseated I bid you to go

I do not have the words

To tell you what I know

Wait while I find the words and then

I will not need them again