When Luddites lost, industry created
Pea soup smog and acid rain.
When humans lost,
Central control, atrophied brain.
While Muslims rant and Christians wail,
There are new seekers of the Holy Grail.
Unknown by most, unseen by all,
A new religion is rising tall.
Content with being nursed,
Content to be coerced
We bend our knees, kowtow and dip
To the Great God Silicon Chip.
THOUGHTS, OF AN ANGEL 1990
Sitting; gently rocking on the evening swell,
surrounded by the bell of golden evening air,
musing that if there were a stair
to heaven, it must be near.
The chitter and chirp of birds I hear
conversing in the nearby trees;
an eagle soars high up and sees
a loop of golden beach, recurving
away behind me, placid - and serving
to remind the senses of a bygone peaceful age
when mankind was at one with the world.
Then two fishermen roar past in a tinnie,
each denizen of the sea dives deep.
A flat top ferry
engines roaring, making merry,
thrusting through the water,
spray spurting, rooster tails erect, sorter
bull-nosing the commuters home to see
what magic the microwave has prepared for tea.
On my left hand side two pelicans sail
the shallows close inshore;
and the pale, white-silk clouds slowly drift
in a deep blue see-through sky, and lift
my thoughts way way high up in the air.
A passing jet roars on to who knows where;
High up, high up in the sky,
and then I wonder why -
out of a translucent, pallid blue -
my thoughts return to you.
swirl and swarm through society
Some bite -
bloodsucking the mind.
Some words buzz
Others crawl like beetles
across the grass
crass, and black backed,
for in absence -
Some flutter by like butterflies
spreading colour and joy.
amid species, phylum, faction,
at word’s end
all that counts