My Bahnhof Godparent
Carve this thought upon the bark
That sailed the wintry sea
The shot that's widest of the mark
Insults the Guild of Three
Extinguishes the vital spark
That warms mine effigy.
Etch this notion in the sun
Whose shadows guild the plain
On which the war was lately won
And shall be fought again
Avoid excessive mirth and fun
As sponsored by the sane.
Paint this mindscape on the moon
-like face of one who dreams
Of aged balladeers who croon
Of sunken quinqueremes
And send reminders to Colquhoun
To trounce her wily schemes
Prepare!
Mine oath
I break!
Beware!
For both
Forsake
Stand behind the Southern Cross
And tell me it is true
That he who does not give a toss
What half the world may do
Will soon be overgrown with moss
And beaten black and blue.
Contributors: | P, Roland TG. |
Poem finished: | 2nd December 1998. |