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My studies have given me a legacy of interest in many and wide-ranging social, moral and ethical fields and concerns, as well as the politics of power. This piece is a manifestation of that legacy.


"The world is splitting open at my feet like a ripe, juicy watermelon." Sylvia Plath.

On her gravestone: “Even amidst fierce flames, the golden lotus can be planted.” Wu Ch'Eng-En.



“Come join us,” the bearded sage persisted,

“you're our kind of fellow, but remember this:

don't invest in your own land or people, do not be tested

there; be as patient as a painted smile, or kiss.

Remember the gardener's creed: ideas planted in early spring

lie dormant, in wait for the earthy warmth that summers bring,

then burst free with effortless empires of life, crystalline colours that sing

the songs that tyrants neither understand, nor can ever quite dismiss.


“Please don't misconstrue my invitation,” artless, he smiled:

“It's no proto-demagogue you see, but a humble 'Ideas Man,' revealed

in a country where courage has died; where her soldiers, reviled,

wracked by disdain and guilt, find ageing comrades far from healed.

Unlike a mother, your priest, the law, we want from you no compliance,

nor promise of redemption for identities submerged. We place no reliance

on assurance or belief (decide for yourself the simple facts of science).

We'll help, of course - guide you to futures where your fate's unsealed.”


(I care nothing for the usual suspects, who between them avoid the whip,

nor organised religion, its savage estates and atrocious deeds.

Surely you've found that the shallower the lie, the stronger its grip

on the weak, the frightened, the gullible, the corruptly freed.

All are victim, all connive in conspiracies of deceit; condone

with Nelsonian eye the dissolute, the users, waxed fat on grain sown

not for the harvest reaped, but in want of a venal crop, grown

tall in fields of presumed free will.)

The heretics will ever strive for the seeds.


Chris Hubbard

Perth, 2017.



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Chris Hubbard

Sun 31st Dec 2017 13:15

Thank you David, and the very best to you in 2018.

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