Women and Men

One half of a Yellow Sun
Is selfish, it cannot
Understand the discomfiture
Of the Other, there under a deep shadow
Whilst the unshadowed cross the waters of the Channel
Seeking the warmth down South
Of the gurgling blue Mediterranean.
Facts are such horrid things.
Now you said that in an Anti-Universe
Time runs backwards.
You can make your clockwork run
Anti-Clockwise. But it is anyway clocking up an imaginary Time, that
You are looking at.
It is only Entropy that moves one way, possessing directionality as
Disorder is always increasing in the Universe.
Marianne, you could no more tell
The direction of Mr. Willoughby’s  internal pointer
Than you could describe the fleshy workings of his neurons
Run by the changing colours of his mind