A TALE OF TWO WORLDS
Fairy tales Predictable pleasing Happy end delivered Folded and pressed To the good, never ugly Vistas of rolled lawns Patchwork fields Forests grown on request Ready-clipped to measured height Protecting those who dwell In the blessed land of Sunny Disposition On which God beams Cheshire cat-like From a safe distance In his azure sky Meanwhile, elsewhere The heart of the world is flawed Its bedrock grinds and works Against itself in rage Earth hits sky Sea bruises rock Carves cliffs with sharp blades Rain drives and pounds the shore To grains of sand The earth’s crust folds and buckles In spikes and crags That no-one can ride Forged through the ages In conflict and passion These are the rocks Which rob us of breath Make us weep as they take us Beyond ourselves With their song of constant renewal Here, God stands At the core of contradiction Molten rock in bare hands Holding the pain Energy in chaos Work without end Keeping void from matter Heaven alive At the heart of the earth Extracts from its depths Forms of violent beauty Monuments to exorbitant Patience and grace
Mud at the wall 