Monday, 9 September 2013
Thank you for holding.
We may never know what’s going on
at the very centre of our Earth
where, four thousand miles straight down,
zooms a point, indivisible, hot.
Thanks for continuing to hold.
At least old Mozart’s a tuneful balm
but, sadly, there’s a potential burst,
a chance of magma time:
to do my best or to do my worst.
Thanks for holding.