Butter

Every time I butter toast

I think of you

And that morning

In the college canteen

When you taught me

Your secret method

To soften the fridge-cold

Foil wrapped butter tabs

By leaving them under those

Cheap leaky-spout teapots

For a few seconds.

I melted too but

Never told you.

-Job

Iuvenes Deos

Oh, those new

divine ones

Bored of the world

They give birth to

destruction

Their lives a silent art.

They laugh at death

That single

final

end

And barricade their world.

Burn as bright suns

till the end of day

Living,

Dying,

not recording,

each his own Schrödinger

breaking bones against a blood sky

Never allowing compromise.

They refuse the world

And it’s comforting

photographs.

– Job