I wasn’t there that night. And if I was, I didn’t know that.
That they were drinking, you hear things sometimes,
it’s only now I realise they did something wrong.
I had no idea what was going on, anyway everyone
I saw there left me out of it because
I wasn’t there. Not that night.
As far as that woman goes, I wouldn’t know. I never
knew her and if I’d known her I wouldn’t have
thought about her much because if a woman’s
a friend’s, forget her.
You forget your friends too, those men, for instance. I’ve never seen
them before and because I don’t know who they are,
I don’t know where they were that night.
But things just happen at your place and mine,
in the homes of complete strangers, things
happen in places you’ve never been.
Maybe it was a planter box. That planter box fell
horizontally on her face and fairly hard and
maybe a couple of times perhaps but
people talk so much, it was a
remarkably dark night.
I remember looking out from my bed
at home where I was and thinking
it’s not often you see
such a deep black.