〈Death from Exposure〉 By Les Murray

抄寫及攝影：盧暉宙（新語言四）

〈Death from Exposure〉 By Les Murray

That winter. We missed her stark face
at work. Days till she was found, under

his verandah. Even student tortures
used to go in awe. She had zero small talk.

It made no sense she had his key.
It made no sense all she could have

done. Depression exhausts the mind.
She phones, no response, she drives up

straight to his place in the mountains,
down a side road, frost all day.

You knock. What next? You can’t manage
what next. Back at last, he finds her car.

She’s crawled in, under, among the firewood.
Quite often the world is not round.