Night-Winds Lap
Night-winds lap
and there is only
your precious face
far away, protected by distance
and the waves’ sodden clap
but there is a human storm - a-
nother deadly raid in Gaza
Ukraine blacked out
Dubai’s runways flooded
a patchwork quilt of trauma
in the recesses of my head
I’m with Auden (and Marx before him, on
the four cardinal types of alienation) -
these are all the mean vicissitudes
of the surplus profit of the dead
what other bits of me are there?
My heart is a muscle
and a damaged one at that -
little help to be sought there -
might as well not bother
but night fragrance
still seeps from drystone walls -
is this the voice of Nepenthe?
Am I (oh, I do so hope) to be seduced
become one of memory’s vagrants?
The rich get richer,
that’s for sure
yet what’s far surer
is that the poor get poorer
You can bet your money on it, or your life
even if that thought cuts like a knife
and so who cares
for anemones in drystone walls
when babies are dying
from lack of basic pills
unless … and here is the gamble:
unless poetry can get up
to its old craft of refracting
the will of the people
the hidden ambition of the humble
sometimes that might have meant
battle-cries, insults, ignominy
paraphernalia of conflict,
memories and replays of the great flytings
life paralysed into monument
but now perhaps we can have a different kind of rematch
so that envy becomes sympathy
hatred, brotherly forgiveness
condemnation, a halo
carelessness, an attentive watch
I am yet to convince -
but that is not the point
for poetry is an hospitable house
and all are welcome
to savour, enjoy, enhance
That is not the question -
are you convinced?
on the lonely eminence of your self
is there space to share with
doubt, hope, wild suggestion?
I see your precious face
and I know you have the room
but how to spread this
how to learn to float?
How to populate this space?
I’m stuck. I want to kill
the faces of hate, even while
I know that that’s their deadly game
I am caught, smeared
by computer, pen or quill
While the night-winds lap
I cannot sing
but I can speak, and say
bring forth
only
your hope