Banana lips. sleepy lids & a mercury filling
which I am sure, e source of my slow
poisoning, as well as hundreds of other contaminants.
We still live in the end drags of e Industrial age
having never climbed out of it but with one
foot dangling, waiting for the mob to surface.
I myself of this age, was still circa 1982
with humongous cruelties throbbing in
the earth,
sailors & armies threatening to blast a mushroom
in each other's skies.
what a wonderful world.

And then, 7 years coming of age when
tanks minced students but the wall also fell
so many events that yet will need historians
to write notations in ten years.
Climbing climbing, the years in a blur,
of petty invasions and fiery towers
what Information Age we live in when we
still report on industrial cruelities?

Again, again, a child of my time,
a child of my time, is unable to see
what foresight, what goodness, what
commonality we someday might ever share.

11 April '07 (...work in progress...)

Hi i apologise for the wierd thing that is happening here. All poetry can be found in my archive though.

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regards, Shiling

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