A hoarse whisper danced about
the dark and dust filled air.
A rustle among the shadows
pilfered the silence.
The hair stood up on the back of the neck
of everyone standing in the dark,
of a world never meant to be inhabited
by the living.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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