Hey Neighbours!
Hey Guards!
See what the wizard did?
Our fences are down!
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Carrying Messages.
Scenery’s never been so vivid.
But rain is rain;
Diagonal rods,
The spaces between,
Carrying messages
Click!
I am one simple step
Off the path;
The heather and grass move
And, as suddenly as that – click! –
I am a little lost:
Not quite of, and in, this world,
Not quite not.
Surrounded by the ringing charms
Of constant-cuckoo choir;
And the long-travelled voices
Of ghosts of migrant geese,
The high, wind-thinned whining
Of a fence that leans
On shifting shadow-cloud;
Marching stoically into
The resolute grey distances and futures:
The truth alone may
never be enough again.
30/5/2013
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The Church of Clocks
Restless are the
Seas and sands of time:
Tidespun and windworked
Lines of invested time.
Ever faster the full moon
leaps the mortal fences.
I laugh now to think
How devoutly I avoided
Crossing the cathedral threshold
That leads to the Church of Clocks;
Ignored the insidious drip-tock-drop –
Thinking I was being somehow brave –
The doors that closed,
The ones we didn’t see.
Why did it take so long to realise
That our bodies are merely pins
Mercilessly nailing our want-away shadows
To the dry, stinking mud?
23/5/2013
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Each day, your harsh, carefully chosen words
Build a fence –
Or build it higher …
And, make no innocent mistake:
Invitations do not inclusion build.
Reports
Encourage worship of false deities;
Make the carving of token totems
Easier, if not inevitable.
Choose to find your piece in
Bottom-line profits,
If you must.
I will find my peace in
The mountains.
25/4/2013
