Roddy Williams – The Atheist Poet

The Visitant (2010)

I can see him there now
wavering at the corner
like a rogue channel sliding
through on an old aerial
ghosting into my head

He is often owling around
hunched slightly forward
through the soft feathered dusk
silent as a slippered eel at these times.
He turns his head to glance at me.

No one else seems perturbed
by his presence.
They have grown accustomed
to him, or else they do not see.
Today he was just standing there

as if his static nature
would remove him from sight
or notice. He is still
and uncertain at the edges;
may be thinning, like paint.

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