Master of My Soul

[Poldy]

The children read

And sing and dance

With sixty generations of ghosts

In some vague Utopia

Of the mind

Whose only enemy is time

The shadow knows

The beauty of it all

But the ones who are

Estranged or dead

I can’t recall

I aimed, I found, I lost

A hundred thousand times

Now mountains of holes

Escape the sky

Mark sudden end

To gradual decline

Under noses of fools

And eyes of blind

Meanwhile

A dying animal

I could have helped

Is still tethered

To its blood-stained pole

Left alone to die in fear