January 30, 2019Poem
Is it too late to turn
politicsmemorymortality
Is it too late to turn
Once we have seen
The monolith
So much of it lies
Hidden
Below the water line
It takes too long
Stopping is an idle race
Perhaps we should
Just plough on
Surely nothing
Can hurt us now
When we know
So much
Technology is our friend
Until we disagree
What is that
Unruly noise
Is it a warning
If I pull the handle
Will it save me
Or should I disconnect
The troublesome cable
From the wall socket
I found
Beneath the table
Perhaps if I ignore
The water lapping
At my feet
I will be saved
Before we sink
Do you think?
Please
Pass the hip flask
Let me drink,
Bottoms up.