Thursday, 2 August 2012
Of this world
- how come that boy in front is grinning?
I mean this boy – the one we label ‘Down’s’;
the one delighted seeing us here,
who loves to chew more coupled to his food,
who closes eyes when feeling-fully a taste,
who smiles at every folly
with eyes more soft and clear than tears.
Now, as he starts to sing - a hymn -
I’m not sure of the point of any prayer
and I seldom taste my food
or stroll along for the hell-of-it
or stare in wonder any more.
I long to tell you what to do
and long to be told what-to-do by you
- so please instruct intensity!
Shall we chew? Shall we chew? Shall we chew?