A Culture Disassembles & Drifts

Photo by Pietro De Grandi on Unsplash

A great ship sailing nowhere
heads for ellipsis or daunting edge —
no crew exist to watch
the pole star &
passengers squabble on shore.

The world has drifted
old assumptions moved.
Can you now say they will
know Shakespeare, the Bible,
the vision of romantic poets?

You catch yourself in your
own palm, ageing.

What I could hold, what was sacred
now fine sand, slipping —
cargo abandoned & headed
for the rocks & the question
spins around — who am I
now the old world is gone?

Copyright Simon Heathcote