I picked up the penny beside the dying man.
And walked myself free from his lack.
That day I saw insanity present
At the lunches of the rich,A cortege for the homely,
The crumbling of crenellated towers,
Children’s toys where I could not reach them,White gulls gliding with eyes only for me,
Men bearing arms between their strong teeth,
Inanimate objects begging for mercy,The lure the earth would have me believe it is.
July 2004