Monday 19 November 2012

Ruben van Gogh - Dutch poet,
new poem

 
DISASTER MAN

You could almost wish that it was so:
merely that fragile coherence
with which the disintegration
of the world is prevented
You shuffle cautiously around in it
one false step and you’ll always be
known as disaster man
Once I crept right out to the edge
over which a waterfall plunged
into the valley, curious about what
was to be seen there: I saw
a bolt plus nut a stone sticking
out that seemed to be holding
it all in place, as if it was the hand
of God, or Bob the Builder
I came down again, elated,
as if I suddenly had seen the light
didn’t realise how I brushed cobwebs
aside, left behind a trail of
destruction, no matter how carefully
I descended

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