I shall sit by the side,
And watch gleefully at their wild
A world full of crusts and cobwebs
That so believes in dynamism and yet retains
That’s so sectarian in its ways
Yet claims to be liberal.
I shall gaze at my abode
And congratulate my soul
My heroic idea to discover my weakness
That I should bow before the throne of writing
Yet sit not at the table of publishing.
All my work I surrender to ash
And scribble common rut no more.
I shall not pain to ask
Yet I know they have their rail laid; they pass.
I sit with my companions:
Body, soul and spirit.
True men who acknowledge that
The philosophy of man holds something: emptiness.
30th November 2006