A poem by: Ben Dunk. September 25th. 1969.
Up and down goes the Sun
Into orbit go the equations
Vehicles are launched by a giant gun
And mankind has the light of escape in its eyes
Reflecting unconscious desires to be rid
Of this place before final destruction is commenced.
May I cajole her to play the game
Or suggest a frolic night outright
Or would she be filled with shame
And close her body tight.
I am lost!
Lost in a wilderness of words
Hoping for inspiration
That will not come
Where are the stabbing
Swords of concentration
To pry out praise worthy phrases
From the depths of my supra-subconscious mind.
We lie in the meadow of time
Reveling in our sweet breath of it
Until our shadow does decline
Into the dust of amen-albeit
For life’s weary traveller
No peace for him who erred?
Glorious sanctuary for her who cared?
Who knows the calling cards of Heaven
None save those beyond the ken
Of human touch and murmur
Regardless of our earthly fervour.