As the moon rose
We panicked
Ran like sheep scattered by the wolf
On through the night
To the inevitable conclusion
Suffering in the darkness
Screaming, scratching
Muttering foul oaths of discontentment
Cracking bones in anger
Sweat endlessly dripping
Pushing and pulling
Prodding at the prostrate
Until calming numb arrived
Welcoming the tranquillity
Dumbing laborial pain
Until that final moment
When dawn broke
And the dam breeched
And the deafening howl was heard for miles
Welcome to a brave new world my child
© F Martin
2012
Your passion and depth is remarkable, Fergus. Another layer to the old man. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Paolo. I try not to be one-dimensional :-)
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