The Spoonbill Generator

Pension Rites After Sex

My metaphor is drawn from ice [Surlaw]

As frozen in the northern wastes [Apsley]

Or boiled on the volcano's brink [Surlaw]

In Chester Newman's pewter sink [Apsley]

And pounded into divers pastes [Surlaw]

From which is cut a slender slice [Apsley]

This laminate, this meagre slab [Surlaw]

That once was hewn by ages' hands, [Apsley]

Now wreathes a brutish alibi [Surlaw]

For Judah Flynn, the old rabbi, [Apsley]

Immune, it seems, to Time's demands [Surlaw]

And the enticing safe rehab [Apsley]

Contributors: Surlaw, Apsley.
Poem finished: 15th November 2002.