A Poem, Strong and Stable

How blessed am I
to live beneath a strong and stable sky
and the warmth it enables me
from a sun that shines down,
strongly and stably.

Me, with these strong and stable legs,
that take me past the queues
of people – long unable to be fed –
waiting to give thanks
outside the strong and stable food banks,

and beyond where the library once was,
now strongly converted
to stable a private medical centre,
that makes the sick (but financially abler)
stronger and stabler.

And further on, the school
strongly lacking in staple equipment –
whiteboards, books, teachers –
all signs of a strong and stable commitment
to the dismantling of lives.

I thank the government
for such strong and stable times
then wander to the park, alone,
pausing to watch a cricket match.
I bend to sit upon the bench,

and fall through its rotted slats.

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9 comments

  1. Excellent, as usual. Keep up the good work Brian. It helps to be able to raise a smile at the unfolding tragedy.

  2. Was looking for a strong and stable poem for my poetry group tomorrow and checked you out on twitter.. I knew you wouldn’t disappoint! this will do very nicely

  3. Ha ha! That’s excellent!

    Dear Brian, Would it be at all possible to reproduce this poem in my parish magazine, which comes out monthly and has a printed cirulation of 140?

    Many thanks,

    Rob

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