Finally, the Revelation that Armpits aren't Necessary
The twenty-first of Autumn
The last week of the hour
I sold my wife a part-used life
And lost my magic power
And when you lose your prison
The curse of living free
Corrodes the mind and leaves behind
A sense of mild ennui
So come, you sad-eyed ladies
And sing with me once more
Caress your drum and feebly hum
"The Humbling of the Boar"
The boring of the humming-bird
The modesty of the crow
The taming of the pygmy shrew
The damming of the tidal Po
These things are sent to try us
And, trying, set us free
Or else bring forth disaster
Confusion's apogee
The twenty-ninth of Summer
The last day of the year
The start of a millenium
The last dregs of the beer
The folding of the firmament
The crashing of the sun
The death of gravitation
Will fuse the world as one
| Contributors: | TG, P, Roland, Anon., trad. |
| Poem finished: | 31st October 1997. |