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Gray dusk, martian sunset

Omnium Gatherum

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Gray dusk, martian sunset

Poem

Song of the Worms

We have been underground too long,
we have done our work,
we are many and one,
we remember when we were human

We have lived among roots and stones,
we have sung but no one has listened,
we come into the open air
at night only to love

which disgusts the soles of boots,
their strict leather religion.

We know what a boot looks like
when seen from underneath,
we know the philosophy of boots,
their metaphysic of kicks and ladders.
We are afraid of boots
but contemptuous of the foot that needs them.

Soon we will invade like weeds,
everywhere but slowly;
the captive plants will rebel
with us, fences will topple,
brick walls ripple and fall,

there will be no more boots.
Meanwhile we eat dirt
and sleep; we are waiting
under your feet.
When we say attack
you will hear nothing
at first.

Margaret Atwood, 1974

Gray dusk, martian sunset

April is National Poetry Month

For the one boy –
A story.
For the other boy –
A different story.

The Boyhood of Raleigh
Adrian Rice
after Millais