by Chris Green | Aug 25, 2008 | Poetry
Caretaker, caretaker, why are you here? Caretaker, caretaker, have you no cheer? Visitors, if you come, bring your own cleaner And cook, rations and washer, and pad-locker; Visitors, if you come, please do remember The duties and the food for the caretaker. Bring your...
by Chris Green | Aug 25, 2008 | Poetry
The Doctor has said, “Forget it, my friend.” So sadly said, “For you life does not extend.” I have found new life from this sorrow And strength, born of knowledge, And relief, born of that same knowing; Each item has become more intimate – Touch, sight, sound, smell...
by Chris Green | Aug 25, 2008 | Poetry
See, I am as I am, simply a man: I have only this, my strong-willed body, And I have only your strong-willed belief. See, I am nothing and I have nothing. Then see, I am Man of Man, born of Man. I am Man of Men, giver of all Men. See, we are this Man: needer of...
by Chris Green | Aug 25, 2008 | Poetry
Marbly-sheened, grey sky, silhouetting the black, nondescript trees, While the blurred, whirling shape lowers itself into the silent shadows; Torrents of wind hurling flurries of leaf-drops around Blinding the unwary watcher and burying him to the knees In a madly...
by Chris Green | Aug 25, 2008 | Poetry
In-night! We just had an In-night. Block job: when? The walls are to be scrubbed you say – Ah, a pity about the emulsion. The striplights have flies in them And the windows have paint drips Idling, scenically, on them. The tile floors, in the toilet, Have stains...
