nthposition online magazine

Save Me & Lost

by Paul Kingsnorth

[ poetry - august 07 ]

Save Me

Save me from comfort. Save me
From money and age and the need to be warm.

Save me from realistic solutions to the world's problems.
Save me from biofuels and carbon trading and proportional representation.

Save me from reform of the World Bank, and the Middle East Peace Process.
Save me from aviation fuel tax and more efficient fridges.

Save me from diversity training and Health and Safety legislation.
Save me from the well-meaning and the self-interested,
The wide-eyed and the narrow-minded.

Save me from the gathering storm
And from those who would debate the gathering storm.

Take me to the forest, let me
Plant my ears to the tree trunk,

Listen, hear

The great movements as she bends with the wind,
Embrace her.

Take them all, for all I care. Take them all
And leave us.

 

Lost

Forcing myself down, into this role again,
I do not ask why, or what for, or if it matters -
Certainly not that. There is no
Time. There is a Judgement upon us,
And we must busy ourselves denying its approach.

Behind the curtain we may speak to the priest as a stranger,
Provided we do not see his face.

I am not a religious man
Because it has been disproved, as far as I have enquired,
But I bear a certain respect for the Believer.
The Believer may not long for the Judgement, but perhaps
When it approaches, the Believer is prepared.
I am not prepared. Nothing has been done.
I am fearful, when I am honest, and I am lost.
We are lost. We are all
Lost, aren't we?

Behind the curtain we may speak to the priest as a stranger,
Provided we do not see his face.