Every day,
somewhere in the
world, billions
of birds sit on
their nests, content
and confident
about the eggs
that they cherish.
Tag: poetry
Posterity
Alzheimer,
Addison,
Parkinson,
I’d hate to be
remembered
as the name of
a horrible
disease. Though it
might be better
than not to be
remembered
for anything.
Chain of command
Religion
is not just the
following of
imaginary
beings but the
following of
people who are
following the
people who claim
to know what an
imaginary
being will want.
Decay rate
Things fall apart
the centre will
not hold. Nor will
the stomach, lungs
brain, feet, liver
back, kidneys, skin,
or any other
of my organs.
Fresh air
I was not
aware of
taking my
first breath and
I will not
be aware
of my last,
but all the
others were
precious.
Religion is
Being told
there is an
invisible
being who
wants all your
money by
a man who
claims he has
been chosen
to guard all
that money.
Brief shining hours
Looking back,
corridors
of my mind
are lined with
all of the
people
I have known
at length
or briefly,
and I can
see again,
like an old
movie, with
pleasure or
pain, in whole
films or
single frames,
all of their
faces as
they once were.
Pointless
We all spend
our lives now
trying not
to become
data points
on a graph.
Lifting veils
The process
of ageing
is one of
lifting the
veils, one by
one, that hide
the number
of stupid
people
in the world,
until you
see clearly
the horror,
then you die.
Excavations
Fragments of
time just keep
emerging
from my brain
like finds from
archaeo-
logical
digs brought to
the surface
for study.
I turn them
over in
my mind’s eye
but they seem
to form no
pattern, no
clues to a
lost dark age.
