Title: Black Holes

Author: Geoff Cochrane

In: Sport 16: Autumn 1996

Publication details: Fergus Barrowman, March 1996, Wellington

Part of: Sport

Keywords: Verse Literature

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Sport 16: Autumn 1996

Black Holes

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Black Holes

Whenever I feel a cold rain on my cheeks
And look from a place of shelter at the harbour,
Its surface poisoned by a winter twilight,
I think of a man who died.

I recall his life and what he was studying
When he turned a rifle around to face himself,
Put the small black hole of its muzzle in his mouth
And contrived a way to fire.

I remember a book he owned and a room he had
And sleet in spates against the grey window
On a Sunday when the gloom between us darkened
Till I could not see his face.