Others
Why is it no-one can stand still?
Can’t flowers be silent & birds sing?
A late breeze kisses a single blade
setting off a Mexican wave of Irish green —
a tsunami for little things to learn about panic.
I don’t see so well but I listen.
There’s no escaping the lie
& the gut-sprung punch
the suffering of congealed minds
all those feints designed to mock
the common man while
deliberately taking his money.
Don’t try to be a good person —
being a person is work enough.
Wait there for a time. Languish.
Let the goddess hold sway & stay quiet.
I have never met a human doing
I could love well — they are always running.
Rush, rush! Keep eyes shut!
Leave stillness for still another season.
You need to understand foam returns to ocean.
To bear the real news risks shooting.
Leave others alone.
Truth is more flaccid than it was.
Copyright Simon Heathcote
