Specks Poem by jim hogg

In the bay where all the bombs fall
the sea has left the sea
In a mirrored wall I saw myself
walk away from me
where all the men have fallen down
though women still can dream
and as for all the wise men,
all they seem to do is seem

a leaf can break the wheel of fate
upon a butterfly
the meek inherit bitter fruit
and weakness by and by.
The chemistry of beauty
is the chemistry of lust
and like the coriolis wind,
we must do what we must:
tinkle vague like tender glass,
thunder fear like splitting stone
and down the fell and rainbowed path,
wonder out of skin and bone


20 04 13