The Reading Will Start Shortly By Patrick Henry

Catching planes briskly as a smart executive Crossing the globe to arms talks or trade tariffs, I land at many ports to collect ripe pub stories, Or to read poems in suspicious small back rooms. Who are these figures in the gloom who cough or clap? Why are they not at evenings livelier than this? How can they spend lifetimes at these lyric probings. Grasping at philosophies the world might no longer need,

So much as I do as lifelines from being drowned By swamped words gushed from the media or loose talk, Endangering defence against the enemy which is no longer time, But space that adverts buy and then invade Those who mind being switched to commercial programmes, Where song or story serves under purpose of the power Of cash registering decibels that charm the masters, Indoctrinating deeper than red agendas once feared.

My reading over, the suspects present themselves, Shy outsiders wary of public success wherever it strikes. Seeing none of that clings to me, they shake my hand, The importer of calm words that open wild Vistas of menace and just answers they deserve, Ideal worlds would ensure for anyone in mind On the trail of logic, reason, and the jolt Of metre exciting in those dark back rooms.

Copyright ©2004  Patrick Henry

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