Allowing Rembrandt His Fish Supper
Between the pilot and the prow
We find the nestled then and now
O, incident! How cruelly poised
Like nails on chalkboard to be noised
Before the silence stilled the clock
We cowered meekly in the dock
O, innocence! How cruelly marred
Ancient felon feathered and tarred
And now? In sumptuous decay
We wait the ending of the day
We'll eat a meal we won't digest
We're half-naked, but not half-dressed
It's not too late to hoist a sail
And face the coast – to what avail
This sinking ship is floating now
Between the pilot and the prow
Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, asdf, Ethetran, jm, Beefy, Kansas Sam, P, Kansas Sam (from Roland). |
Poem finished: | 10th January 2004 by Anon.. |