The Fall of Rome
(for Cyril Connolly)
The piers are pummelled by the waves; In a lonely field the rain Lashes an abandoned train; Outlaws fill the mountain caves. Fantastic grow the evening gowns; Agents of the Fisc pursue Absconding tax-defaulters through The sewers of provincial towns. Private rites of magic send The temple prostitutes to sleep; All the literati keep An imaginary friend. Cerebrotonic Cato may Extol the Ancient Disciplines, But the muscle-bound Marines Mutiny for food and pay. Caesar’s double-bed is warm As an unimportant clerk Writes I DO NOT LIKE MY WORK On a pink official form. Unendowed with wealth or pity, Little birds with scarlet legs, Sitting on their speckled eggs, Eye each flu-infected city. Altogether elsewhere, vast Herds of reindeer move across Miles and miles of golden moss, Silently and very fast.
Very apt.
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ReplyDeleteLittle birds with scarlet legs,
Sitting on their speckled eggs,
Eye each flu-infected city."
Some say human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution...
Whether talking about species, or individuals of ours, I'm never sure if consciousness is ubiquitous or anomalous. You should read this.
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http://rifters.com/real/Blindsight.htm
Scarlet makes me think of cardinal's robes, except they were endowed with wealth, if not pity.
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