This poem is taken from PN Review 24, Volume 8 Number 4, March - April 1982.
The Witnesses
Phantoms stationed in their places
Watch with white and grieving faces
As the lovers tell their lies;
Soon the need for truth or lying
Passes as the lovers, sighing,
Throw aside their last disguise.
Like two burning candles merging
Bodies melt in one white purging
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