I Stagger Under Fourfold Fardels
Time and again, with weary tread
He walked the path of death
Reciting from 'The Winter's Tale'
Till he was out of breath
And started on 'MacBeth'
Repeatedly, with weak, wracked voice
He croaked the wretched lines
Yet stumbled onwards, weakly, slow,
Oblivious to signs
Or Beckettt's divines
And yet again, with weary heart
He stumbled 'til he fell
Still mouthing words that made no sense
Like Abfahrt and poubelle
As he crawled on through Hell
Contributors: | Roland, fester, loaf, P, Apsley, Fatty. |
Poem finished: | 15th December 2000. |