FROM A DEEP SLEEP.

BONNIE & CLYDE 1934 AND AFTER.

Bonnie opens her
Eyes; she feels as if
She’s woken from a

Deep sleep. She gets out
Of the car and stands
Looking around her.

Oddly, there are men
Walking about, but
They seem to ignore

Her, walk by, look the
Other way as if
She’s annoyed them, or

Pissed them off. The sounds
Are muted, as if
Every sound is

A long way away.
She looks up and down
The road, trying to

Get her bearings, to
Find out where she is.
Looking back at the

Car, she notices a
Multitude of deep
Bullet holes, the wide

Open doors, the smell
Of smoke and gunfire.
She moves closer; then

Something hits her: she
Sees her double in
The car, leaning still

Against Clyde, her just
Leaning there, silent,
Dumb, bloody, holes in

The body. She thinks
It’s a dream; she shakes
Her head, pinches skin,

But she feels nothing,
Just a sense of her
Being there, the car,

The bodies, the men
Going back and forth,
Their talking, a sense

Of excitement, of
Some big deal being
Put through and done. She

Walks away from the
Car, hoping to wake
Up from the dark dream,

Wishing Clyde would wake
Her up, touch her, kiss
Her. But he doesn’t,

The only Clyde lies
Dumb, still, silent, dead,
Bullet holes in his

Head. She sits on the
Grass verge watching the
Scene, listening to

The words, hearing short
Snatches of the men’s
Conversation, birds

Singing again, and
There in the shot up
Car, her double leans

Against her Clyde, both
Motionless, as if
In a deep sleep, both

Sharing the same
Dream maybe, she sits
Musing, her wide eyes

Watching, hearing and
Sensing an oddness
Of space and peace like

Drifting on a sea.