Late Slate Date Statement 1841
Today, blank slate but barely scratched
must soon, with predecessors matched,
discover that it is dispatched
beneath time's stubble which sees hatched
new generation Lethe latched
which, pauper, plays with paper patched
until, in turn, from earth is snatched.
Tomorrow, many may not see,
Tomorrow turns to history,
and thence returns as all must be
re-archived with celerity,
unanswered moral mystery.
His story, her uncertainty
together R.I.P. oubli.
Between the two, one's too aware
of pointlessness that splitting hair
precarious may prove! Beware
of splits sectarian, unfair
intolerance, of jealous stare,
of petty squabble stirs whose blare
rouse Time's dragon from its lair.
(16 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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