where the work gets done

In the converted space above the make-shift
kitchen in unit four, we debate the extra-terrestrial.
Between the piano and television, I muse
on the dust which settles on piano keys and the
dust falling through the air as it settles on broken
steps and children's faces in China's wartime capital of
Chongqing.
In the rehearsal room, near Vincent's old stomping ground
the work gets done, opening shared wounds,
clenched fists.
The work gets done, the dead rise from their watery graves
and walk on to the land. Possessions and exorcisms are
impromptu and happening wherever the people gather:
St Marks Square, the stadium in Pittsburgh,
London Bridge Coach Station, for example.