And did she look across the distance with dismay
When banished to the heatless edge of space?
And would the jealous earth not let her turn away
Or hide that cry still frozen on her face?
Behold her now, cheeks cracked, mouth wide with pain
Trying to bury herself in the dark again.
Peter Jukes 1982
Dark fermented red
A couple whisper in the doorway
Before they go to bed