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Even now, and now again, I have it
in mind. Such care to prepare
you little thin things.
I would not have you suffer
gristle. One chew, two,
then swallow. Precious little
time remains waiting for something
better to come along. It cannot
help but impress and it will like
sudden concrete. The ice
cream van arrives. It
jingles. So very neat
conclusions are envisaged.
Just enjoy the little
things. The stumble-down
rickety fire-escape leant
against rickety house leant
against the pink
sky. Its black shambles.
I have it now –
now you see it
wrecking the horizon.
The ground beneath
its feet may never move
again. It is petrified
by the thought.
Such just cause
to hurry about. Skip
steps. Fervent on bambi-legs.
Each small fall calls out:
‘Action must be taken!’
From The Poetry Review Vol 94 No 1 (Spring 2004)