Diaspora With Noodles
Now is the time for Algood men
Whose nosebleeds make their mark
To say at last the last Amen
And wither in the dark
For they, unlike the Beta strain,
(to haemorrhage immune)
Can pray for dark in dark's domain
Nor meet their end too soon
They wrap their trousers round their necks
Their socks around their thighs
For he bears all, who bare expects
To live before he dies
What thoughts must echo in their minds
Or spill from pulsing veins?
What passions surge for citrus rinds,
When mortal vision wanes?
When they come to the bed of death
They find, instead, the wall -
Where they gasp their last gasp of breath -
A kind goodnight to all
| Contributors: | Apsley, loaf, Roland, fester. |
| Poem finished: | 8th January 2002. |