gravity http://www.furtherfield.org/otmonkeys/docs/gravity.htm

it has weight

no sound

it festers

on our clinging years

teezing, whispering

until we meet the ground

the messages are clear written on our bodies

inscribed by time's ever

too keen ball point

on our bodies

smiles and old faces are the traces

of the inevitable

we have called gravity

what once stood up must slump down

the human freight
can you feel its weight
as we wait for the


"
"
"
"
"
"
drop
our

time


verses gravity's

a collective reality

a universal dead beat rhyme

buildings crumble, decay

we do decay

we have no say

no say

and no way of changing

delaying

the pace of the gradual decline into the sublime

years are increasingly

subtracted

as we subside

to the


pull of gravity




activity decreases

movement becomes pivoted



polarized centralized marginalized

downwards
down.
.
.
.

we meet the core

of gravity

we fall closer

to the ground

we get closer to the sod

bloody sod

……gravity….