Sunday, 8. April 2007
An Easter Poem
Heart, you disfigured calf,
You sacrificial lamb,
How you low,
How you bleat,
When I load you up
On the speculative raft again,
For another run
Down the rushing rapids,
By the past maimed wreckages,
And through hidden currents' swirl!
Trust me, my pet, even if We have to claw our way Back here, through scrub And stone, once again, We will skate through, along A clear line of beauty, To the sea one day.
My Poems
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