|
Spider
Thread And Duckling Down
Sometimes in this mangled mess
We call civilization
We play it all by ear,
Coaxing tears on demand
On anniversaries and memorials
Blind to the root cause of things,
Perhaps some have turned to stone,
But maybe most are scared as hell
Of the realization that would come
From seriously thinking about things,
Those thoughts would be too much to bear,
So we carry on in our moronic march
Pretending not to know,
Walking under flags and steeples
Of various stripes and colours,
I suppose it’s the same with lovers
From different times and spectrums,
The lights are too loud
The sounds are too bright
The realization of the impossibilities
Way too much to handle,
So we carry on with heavy arms
And hearts claiming stone that
Are in reality as soft
As spider thread softly sewing
Ducking down and feathers.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
|
|