Untitled R Poem by Andy Brookes

What is beyond the glass a gallowglass spear in hand?
see behind the glass to the interior of the heart of darkness if i had one
look through the glass darkly someone said.
to the under belly of my world, where up is down and down is down
down down down, where we drown in the pettiness of our existence
whatever that is.

Life's a rocky road or a silvery long narrow stretch of beach we call our own, which like a Medieval field system, is our strip to plough plant and grow unto our death.

I wonder where did all the time go?
so what's behind the glass, the glasses, a bifocal view maybe.