Pension Rites After Sex
My metaphor is drawn from ice
As frozen in the northern wastes
Or boiled on the volcano's brink
In Chester Newman's pewter sink
And pounded into divers pastes
From which is cut a slender slice
This laminate, this meagre slab
That once was hewn by ages' hands,
Now wreathes a brutish alibi
For Judah Flynn, the old rabbi,
Immune, it seems, to Time's demands
And the enticing safe rehab
Contributors: | Surlaw, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 15th November 2002. |