mardi 19 décembre 2017
Bare bones, just published poems of Norton Hodges
General Gordon, the hero of Khartoum,
gave a bible to my adoring grandfather,
waiting at the foot of the plank.
I imagine that Holy Book with its black
leather burden passed down
and ending up with me, the first-born.
By that time its message had long been
digested, smoothed by time :
Strive, Suffer, Go Beyond.
I gave up my youth and middle age
to that philosophy of rape and pillage ;
many times I bled from His crown of thorns.
Lucky now to be among the walking wounded,
I chuck the evil book away,
having decided to live outside history.