Finding words - finding lyrics
- After ‘in Defence Allusion’ by Robert Pinsky
THE ALL - U – SIVE
Of the allusive to deflect Shakespeare
His tremble – helpless refugee
Feeding by expression
From the French – they say
That religion is a terrible thing
Sometimes it means a great crusade
Doubtless it didn’t mean to allude
Richard and several bishops
Got lost in Jerusalem’s gutters
Run bloody - in everything
A ghostly gesture from a Catholic solider
Trundled along fed on grubs
Grown brutal - the fantasies
Who was brilliant at French?
Seen on summer through the allusion
What? – Unconscious – humming
Breeding like rats as starlings in America
Because man wanted a bird
They drive they drive
In the worlds rivalrous web
Of propagating shadows
The vineyard that leads to the fruit
that draws to world misconception
Being lost in the basement the windowed.
Boxes from Euclidean beginnings.
There are too many yet to come –
in this kingdom of individuals -
As they dance between us –
in a joyful need to exist among the dawn mists
making our future and meagre existence
A Vision of Barcelona by a distant lover
Her moon; under her old cloth and laced face
By the wheeling monstrance of the sun.
Air and love. The balance keeps her child forever
Today, as every god wants to feel their dust
in their toes along with their children’s voices
in their ears. And tasting its tapas,
drink to its women, worshipping its poets.
As they wake (on this morn).
To a new fresh moon. Watching the oceans
woven silver gleam. That never fades.