Saturday 19 June 2010

After Reading Abraham Cowley's "The Wish"


Too true Abraham - when we find a place of solitude

invariably we must keep it to ourselves, keep mum,

or else the mob will soon descend and wreck this green

sanctuary.


It happens not like bees buzzing, but through viral internet

where news is seen and spreads faster than a bacterium

I write one email, one sms, and it is broadcast and viewed

on the little mobile screen and located on google world


It is listed in the Lonely Planet, then oh yes it is lost

to the motel, hotel, a Wal-mart, a Mac D, and in short

space of time, everyone is sharing my place of solitude


As to the homemaker, or if you will, your Eve,

she is not allowed these days, akin to a blow -up doll,

she is a kind of pornography, a kind of slave

so Abraham, better to seek love and equality

whether it be man or woman, you must share,

though unfortunately as you would have us lounge

in some shaker furniture and listen to the trill

of summer birds, while we sit at the village green

next to the duck pond, there is a distinct possibility

that Miriam, we will call her that, will soon connect

with the cyberworld and look for another fellow

on the equivalent to Amazon, those shopping for love

someone will take her, your future is a carpe dium,

but you knew that, city boy, as you sat reading Playboy.

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