A Kingdom of Pallets Timber stacked high—an edifice to the sky A labour of love—months in the making Blood—and sweat-and tears-and tears- and fret And frayed clothes and nerves and backs ready for breaking. Like ants we scramble to the summit and review Our wooden kingdom distended far beneath And marvel at the effort and endeavour Basking in the glory of the Empire at our feet. Proficient in the skills required to build A structure that won’t stand the test of time A configuration of lumber, sticks and kindling A mountain—that is ours alone to climb. We linger in defiance of the moment Rebel against the once appointed time Stall in an instance of non compliance And postpone the sure and downward climb. And gaze from a distance when finally grounded Eyes moist and faces still as figurines Despondent that our realm should turn to ashes Downhearted –thinking of our smouldering dreams. R.Niblock
Posted on: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 13:17:38 +0000
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