We had just moved in to a new house
A place to live in a country far away
A pool and land for the children to play
Then a knock at the door one day

He stood there at my door
Gleaming smile and not quite sure
“I see you” he said to me
Hands palm out for me to see.

A man of the Zulu’s had come this day
To ask of me if he could stay
In a shed we had in the garden.
It had a bed there, I had forgotten

if I spent my whole life dreaming
I wouldn’t hurt a soul
you can have your real world
and the bell for whom it tolls
fly the squareness of your blanket
from your stuck and steady pole
use the iron in your magnate
for the shoeing of your foal
you can push the evil button
and blow your erstwhile horn
your achievements are bereavements
golden medals made of corn

so batter down your hatches
and tear at things you’ve torn
make up things convincing
while I’m dancing with the faun

Heirs of this dark earth,
You must wait for your due

None are yet certain
What Legacy holds

The bright and emboldened few
Own the truth, bound and trussed up with string

They hold it close to their chests, a privation of history,
A great and inglorious thing

So, what does Mother sing to you?
As you lie in the scarlet room

What promise, what hope, what lies beyond
The walls of the waiting womb?

ABOUT CLOCKS

Tick tock
time marks the clock
each hour lives
and then it dies
the days slide
one into the other,

waiting for the shoe to drop
cannot stop
what is to be,
watch T.V. to stay away
from me.
violence . insanity
no hope for mankind.

Lonely in my own fear
the minutes hard to bear
terror strikes suddenly
can't shut off the mind
whirling out of control
memories that remind.
Mortality,