Love Can Kill

[dedalus]

 

In this quickening world

of thee and me

I see rather more than thou can see

here in this, in these, in any other,

owing to many driving sickening

thoughts, dropping down behind

blood-clotted thickening fields.

 

Maybe you know what I propose to say

before any dry words, any earthy clods,

fall thickly into the ruts and runnels

of a clear and click-stop mind,

composed, as it may be, of paths and tunnels,

richly averse to any hint of opposition,

and for this, Sir, I fling a curse!

 

Life is not run by proper people

as I remember my grandmama saying,

in the year the first James died.

And it was then I was down in Wicklow

as unreasonable Irish rebels

fired away like billy-o

with their bought or stolen muskets

as we lay to ground in the tusky grass

and the nettles above us got shot to shreds,

and it was all rather exciting. They lost,

as usual, and the prisoners were hung

with great shouts from the crowd, a simple

repeat of the pattern.

 

Years later, as I was being tortured

in the Ministry of Love,

I recalled all these things, said

Pull ahead on the oars, goddam you!

You cannot die, cannot disappear,

as long as someone, somewhere

remembers.

 

 

 

[dr_con]

Bravo! Bravo! A lovely period piece. Brilliant as always! ;-)

 

Juris

[JoelJosol]

I enjoyed the rhythm and musicality of the piece aside from its retro tone.

[abstrect-christ]

tone, style, language, sense of time period.

 

I like it all, nicely done.