Ink Voice

Listen Can you hear the ink think From though to pen Growing thin Drowning out the suffering The plaster patches Until nothing else matter's But the tatters Battered by epilogues Of chapter's For the here and after The laughter drop's On baby cots And fun fair wheel's The truth begot To exclude the pitfalls Wondering hurts Precious be the ink The paper awaits From the brain to the strokes We learned at school Where foolish children Forced to write Had to wait Till many a years after To find there voice