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