pearls

Sonnet 30

Posted in quatorzain by maggie on 2007/02/20

I'll help as best I can, as you request,
for passing God's hushed gossip to atone.
I'd just as soon mess up than greet a guest,
but I can put my shoulder to a stone.

The knowledge we possess will fashion change,
will stop changing itself, make men not die,
yet in its own futility finds strange
reiterations in its endless why.

Bah! A silly curse! It's not absurd
to spend eternity at our set chore:
like sun like moon runs such created word!

So when night sends your rock back down to dark,
push to light once more, once more, once more:
each time around the block leaves its own mark.

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