TYNESIDE POETS!

TYNESIDE POETS!

Tuesday 29 June 2010

Shades

Equations proved splitting the atrium
Was all too possible. Consequences,
Though, were uncertain: might the sun be quenched
And this galaxy become extinguished?
Would tyranny lurk in ballot boxes,
Growing stronger on each cast vote consumed
Until powerful enough to emerge
And devour the world for its own good?
Could it be sullen trees might realise
While roots are conduits of nourishment
They’re also shackles holding them to a plot?
The blast should strip the last veil from lovers,
The brilliance being enough to dazzle
The gullible, and blind the fallible.
Such were the calculations, carefully
Weighed and balanced, before the ultimate
Order was confirmed. It was with foresight
The cardiologists responsible
For complex dead reckoning secreted
Spectacles with smoked lenses, in pockets
Authorities forget to search, so they
Might bear witness through their glasses darkly.

Dave Alton