THE DYINGDAY CRY OF OUR NIGHTCONDITIONED WEARBARE PLIGHT






O! Chill that brings a knock to
     knees & shrinks the cock
O! Teeth that chatter to
     the clatter of typewriter
     keys...
Swallow a pill of pink to
     follow a drink of coffee

Outside the singing birds are
Winging high & sunshine
Brightens blue the sky &
I'm sitting shivering each
Week of every year by
Daily grey away...

Would our late great-great
Grand Man & Mate could know us now
I wonder how they'd feel
& what they'd say about our
Fate of working mole
A dreary role to play...

Forgotten! gone the joy of
Dodo Auk & Roc anon astray!
Godgiven lifetimes
Lost to lives unloved by
Posterity in pursuance
Of pay!

O! Shock that thrills the shrunken
     thought to think in chunks &
     blocks of rocky rhyme
O! Strongly wind the clockspring
     round the seven hills & fill
     the sprockets till they grind
     in long grunting kill
Of time



1971







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