Excess Ease Coming
Who welds a poem huger than the grave?
The trivial labouring of punctured brains
Can scarcely stand against the techno-tide
Of photographs unmeasured; this remains
The untried point. The quoits we lost at sea
Unsung by anyone but me
But me ...
Who welds a poem huger than the grave?
The trivial labouring of punctured brains
Can scarcely grasp the scale of enterprise
Of fisticuffs unfathomed; this restrains
The untied joint. The weight we lost last week
Pleased noone but a passing Sikh
A Sikh ...
Contributors: | (trad), (ditto), (mod), P, TG, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 28th January 2004 by Anon.. |