Thursday, 21 May 2009


So why did we go,
And when did we go,
And what did we do when we got there,
And where are we now,
And how do we know
The reasons assuming we’re not there.

Was instinct applied
And, if not allied,
Was aptitude boosted to brew it,
Or was knowledge got
To bolster the rot
That set it soon after we knew it.

Or did we, in thrall,
Survey one and all,
And follow the hardiest hunters,
And suffer the fate
That accelerates
Upon every fullest accomplice,

And find a remiss,
And no one to kiss,
And nothing to hang on our walls,
Or did we decide
To find our own ride
And exit before the landfall.

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