What Next!
Turn around and pick it up
and put it in its place,
then shift it slowly just
a bit, all straight and
neat in line!
Next you pick another up,
repeating all again,
and keep it up
without a rest,
until there is no breath.
Forget about the
birds that sing,
and all the bees
and things, cos they have
got you in their grip,
so empty, strong and
dark!
Joy Weare.
5th March, 2006.
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