Thursday, July 08, 2010


Whenever I see a dripping tap,
I fear for the future.
Whenever I fear, I see
a future of dripping taps.
Whenever I see the future,
I fear a dripping tap.

The fear is in the last drop,
the shrivelled crops,
the burning field,
the sea of sand's relentless creeping,
the birdless sky,
the buried city,
the undiscovered artefact,
the mystery of not being,
the price for not fearing,
the price for not seeing,
the price for not turning back.

This is for Stephen Derwent Partington. He'll know why!

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