Friday, 28 October 2011

TO A CHILD ON THE METRO (1997)


Peacefully you lie on your father’s lap

Asleep ‘cept for

The odd jolt of the train

That makes you spring disappointedly awake--

Your station is still far away.

If only you knew

You might never want this journey to end--

To never realize long long after--

When all your most earnest contriving has failed

To recreate this idyll of snuggling slumber
That now was your Bethlehem
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