SON OF MAN

"I am caught
between my desires and their frustration
as between the hammer and the anvil.

How can I grow to a man's stature?"

- Michael Tippett: A Child of Our Time

a field of dreams
open
to storm and tumult

ear of corn
filibrating
in air

carried
on great wings
of Pegasus
feathers shifting
to accommodate
the invisible

sunk in ocean
oppressed
where
strange lamped creatures
hide in darkness
carnivorous deformities

- they have to live
like the rest of us -

dwelling
a little while ....

too far from the ships
too near to Troy

I burn
like Icarus

sunstruck

falling
precipitate

to sharp stones ....

20th June 1991

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