Offhand Emblem
If the captain's metaphysic
Fails, and everyone gets seasick
Who will save them? Richard Crashaw?
Or will John Milton, at the masthead,
Staring blindly at the compass
As he might a molten rickshaw,
Certify the final rumpus?
If the colonel's inelastic
And it snaps, that can be drastic
Who's to worry? Galileo?
Or John Milton, on the poop-deck,
Staring blindly at the mainbrace
As he might a jar of mayo
Serialise his nightly brainwaves?
If the sergeant's periphrastic
In his songs, and not fantastic
Who would know? Helen Keller?
Or will John Milton, as the helmsman
Staring blindly at the chartage
Wish he'd brought a large umbrella
Like the one he lost at Carthage
If the corporal's choleric
Chiefly when he sails from Berwick
Who's to calm him? Archimedes?
Or will John Milton, acting bosun,
Staring blindly at the sextant
Dreaming of the distant cedars
Find the cure that's surely extant?
If the private's Archimago
Cannot tell his rice from sago
Who's to bother? David Bowie?
Or will John Milton, our cowering mute,
Staring blindly through the hail-stones
That descend from Valpariso
Sort the female from the male bones?
Thus, the very ending ...
Into outer space descending,
Amen ... ding ...
Contributors: | P, Roland, fester, Apsley, Beefy, Fatty, loaf, JS, TG. |
Poem finished: | 20th January 2001. |