May College Poem
Height is so unfair not to have.
Brown hens devour each other
while we eat their eggs
Dead birds, half-eaten squirrels.
I'd rather a white feather came through
the door than a telegram
War and more war:
If only we fought like real cats and dogs,
politics would be pointless -
we could agree to disagree
and nobody would die.
War-time: less suicides
and everybody has a cross.
Ice-cutting causes dithering
An innocent theft and sixteen years of love...
A child and a dog.
Nigel Astell
Thu 15th May 2014 15:15
Instead of one it is turned into many masterly lines of supremacy.