Poems for Advent 16
An argument of sparrows in the roof
roosting beneath the thin brief shelter from
freezing stars, adds to an orchestra's hum
of other's scratching in the floor of chaff.
The sharp sawing of a blind cricket's rough
high song. Mice find safe nesting in the warm
earth. White ants nibble the fabric of the room.
Worm, flea, roach and slater share spoils of
scrap and leavings. Tiny insects swarm and sting,
But for a passing respite in their tough
universe of sound - the song's the same.
The short cycle of all small living things:
but when the child lying in the cattle trough
whimpers to the tune - a fragile silence reigns.