The position was, <br />he knew this very well, <br />both silly and precarious. <br />What had been practiced <br />for generations, <br />through hand-me-down <br />was really just lethargy, <br />the inability to think <br />and to believe <br />that there could be <br />a simple touch of hands <br />that never would betray... <br />It all had gone, <br />man's business <br />not in the least immune <br />had superseded pride, <br />and honoured plain convention <br />as all the sheep would do. <br /> <br />Their agile bones allowed, <br />and eagerly supported flex <br />as well as lateral stability, <br />and there would be, no eyes to see, <br />no ears to hear and, <br />nothing to compare, <br />just a scenario to share. <br /> <br />And it went well, <br />a precedent was set <br />and taken in the fold, <br />it would become what all, <br />the peasants and the workers <br />in their half-baked skills <br />and in their envy knew, <br />it would be tilting <br />at the giant blades of mills, <br />to no avail. <br />They would most likely choose, <br />and pick at once, <br />to keep the music out of reach, <br />to shatter myths <br />as well as lead the band <br />beyond its hours and <br />the state of high demand. <br /> <br />There was a salvo, although minor, <br />and it took, <br />bits of the mortar <br />and a splinter from the frame, <br />Try as they might <br />and as they did <br />'twas just a name, <br />new growth of piety <br />would settle, <br />leaving tracks, <br />they saw the truth in Al The Crow <br />and how he waded through the creek, <br />and it was all <br />that they required on that day. <br />There was a prelude, <br />it was soft and did play on, <br />then there was silence <br />and all molecules soon froze, <br />then a Tsunami came to life <br />and brought deluge <br />it was delicious just for touch <br />and for the nose.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/part-one-part-two/
