Far/Close Dover Beach (after Arnold)
I attempted to write a poem in rhyming couplets…
… I
Got
Bored
Forest Creek is the nearest water source to me
But like all water sources it runs to the sea
It runs into the bay where both parents lie in ash mixed
with brine
& that to the oceans that gather the past future
present in Time
It still seems incongruous that ignorant armies
continue to war
But attack & defense aim at a different score
Anyway, Matthew I also hear what Sophocles heard
But I need to break from couplets for all I hear is
dissonance
& there is no regular rhythm for a world undone
I hear a break from nature now that the world across
Bases its peace on drones bombing high & low
That won’t be ordered into the oceans’ ebb & flow
Poetry feels like a parlour game I am deaf & dum
More likely great oceans we rush & lurch
& I am as late on the scene as a Central silver
birch
It’s different now storms have been eclipsed
By weapon fire & bombed hospitals for Mammon’s
bitch
Corporations run foreign rapes it is no affair
Governments are important & democracy’s coffers bare
As the 3rd & the 1st worlds
begin to look alike
The bourgeoisie lycra over Forest Creek on a $20,000 bike
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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