Gravid, this land beats
below frosted heart;
fast paced echo stalls
under mordant footfalls
down health screened
Whitehall passage.
Rock goodbye baby;
your bunting hung
as whorled web shroud;
crotched by ice snarled
minds in empiric winter,
Old School tie-dyed;
each unfalsified
soul wrung in
knotted indecision.
Hypotrochoid template holds
dusted thumbprint of our time,
trapped in the mind curve
bent on cell lines.
Still pines this rhyme of life
for one who may spin
Loves' radiance
as layette for newborn thought;
midwife to hope beyond
ultrasound and knife.
May 08
minor edit 13.03.09
