Together

Away from life’s whims of bustle and rush Not even the wind will brittle shells brush The bird’s eggs rest peacefully on their nest Work of fibres at their best. (What in the world can be more beautiful?) The value of a filament cannot best be told Otherwise its stick of fire will soon be drowned in the dew. Our pot is broken: Our world is split in seven pieces; Some greater, larger and some left unspoken. The black clouds that welcome the rains of the month Is the stench breath of the cannons mouth? And to think our worst fears are manmade meteors from the sky Would forever be one pathetic lie. Ebony and ivory together Can’t you hear the sounds of piano keys? Like the singing free spirited birds that will always fly. Oh mankind! Oh mankind!! Oh mankind!!! Do you not feel the chill in the uncaring night? In our minds the tale of the broom Mummy earth still rewinds “A stick will only prick dirt through your eyes But together they can clean the room “