Flushed faces of the young
like miniatures hung
upon grey walls of silence,
the smoke of myriad cigarettes
weaves through the hushed regrets
and lulls the violence.
The piano tinkles out its trite
reminders of their night
of dreams, with muffled glee
they sip their cup of bitter tea
at tables that are stained
as finally as their lives.
When they have gone, the room
retains its temperature of doom,
the smell of waste;
of stubbed out fags, stale tea
and that sharp memory
of the flushed faces of the young
hung, for ever, hung.
(Bruce Bain)
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