Friday, August 30, 2013

Cutaway

I do not own this ground,
But it falls to me to undo its covering,
To scrape away the grass and rocks,
To get to the rich,living earth below,
The earth of the million buried there,
Since hard life diffused to legends,
And the land was the choice,
For adventuring and invasion,

We've turned far away these days,
Leaving the escapades to others,
Rooted and indifferent to distant outrage,
It's now all just vapour and politics,
Parliament will simmer and steam,
With their cross-bench invective,
And we stand off from the first shot,
A sword's-length away from destruction,

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wow! Today I am impressed! E de Weyden xx