The Spoonbill Generator

Drawing-Rooms, The Only Terminus

Now my charms are all o'erthrown [(trad)]

My secrets all displayed [Apsley]

Vastness beckons every bone [Roland]

Until I am betrayed [Apsley]

If and when betrayal comes [Roland]

From one I least expect [fester]

Vastness implicates my thumbs [Roland]

At least in retrospect [Apsley]

And, in the winter of my days, [fester]

With microscopic qualms [Roland]

The astrolabe will go its ways, [Apsley]

And, with it, all my charms. [Roland]

Contributors: (trad), Apsley, Roland, fester.
Poem finished: 10th November 2000.