Lost Manuscripts of Dublin
The
Goatherd
The
Liffey rang last orders in the night.
Across the Halfpenny Bridge
he piped
his goat.
Pub crawlers noted nothing of any note.
The
gypsy princess on her barge of state
was fishing with a safety-pin for
trout,
her
bait a maggot liquoriced in stout.
Across
the Halfpenny Bridge he piped his goat.
The gypsy princess on her
barge of state,
where
Egypt's wobbliest sailors navigate
the
wildest waves, noted nothing of any note —
only the drunken reel of
a flashlight
high above her prospecting the velvet night
for
jewels,
the trade winds swollen with stout,
and cross-currents
of educated debate
in honour of dark Cleopatra lying in state
below
the Halfpenny
Bridge, so late.
The Song of Situations
Mind's a river, never empty,
tree forgets
while axe remembers,
skies make far from easy walking,
friends
flow on when sorrows whisper,
tree
forgets while axe remembers,
even
tigers
have their off days,
friends flow on when sorrows
whisper,
like the rainbow no-one noticed,
even
tigers have their off days,
on the delta's
lazy steamboat,
like the rainbow no-one noticed,
gambling,
loving, cheating, losing,
on the
delta's lazy steamboat,
strangers
annotate their purpose,
gambling, loving, cheating,
losing,
one may one day be your saviour,
strangers
annotate their purpose,
parrots
parody the moment,
one may one day be your
saviour,
champion of the clouds' regatta,
parrots
parody the moment,
skies make far from easy walking,
champion of
the clouds' regatta,
mind's
a river, never empty.
Copyright © Robert
Saxton, 2004