Oh for one thing to come and play a tune
by D O Mckimm
[ poetry - july 08 ]
Oh for one thing to come and play a tune
On my old bones that lie in supple pulp - still wet,
The glue and paper of a muscle strewn
Over deaths of countless others, insects, June,
The lifetimes overlooked in houses to-let.
Oh for one thing to come and play a tune
On the knotted lumps of a mending moon
Surviving overhead, those nations now upset;
The glue and paper of a muscle strewn
Underfoot, as downwards I - their destroyer - immune
Eclipse - older, than states or eyes that lingering met
Oh for one thing to come and play a tune
On my old bones, I am young yet thousands I impugn
Over lifetimes that to me have yielded with regret.
The glue and paper of a muscle strewn
On honeycomb left seconds free till noon
When the day, pausing at its zenith, soon to silhouette,
The glue and paper of my muscles strewn
- Oh for one thing to come and play a tune -
