The Undone Poem by Terry Collett

Undone
opened up
spat out
and we see them
as we once were
arms about each other
lips pressed
to each
sun's warmth
on their backs and faces
undone
we lost to a god's
good graces,

they suck as we sucked
each their fruits
tongue where we
once tongued
juice joys joy's juices
we unseeing
once seeing
no more sucking
what once we sucked
we are done for
and fucked,

dove è la luce?
ciò che il buio
è questo?
They young lambs
fondle and kiss
and entwine and laugh
and are of good cheer
we undone
sit in the gloom
wishing for salvation
awaiting gloom,

where is the light?
What darkness is this?
They squander their love
and kisses in wanton ways,

we the undone
look on
lost times and days.