Life Poem by Dean Meredith

I love you
With all your penicillin cures
All your femme fatales
The languishing insecurities
The any size city blues
The coming down, the hardness
Most of what's beneath
The buried stones
Those spots of clay
Apparent fires
Apparent streams
A molten mass
Centrifugal forces
A body most graceful
A time clock
A piece within the machine
A mere cog
A mere grinder
A mere fellow worker
Pieces within the machine
Honoured sub-suns, sub-cogs
Sub-wheels, turning for life
All those billions of years & hours
All those revolutionary thoughts
All those strange seasons
The glistening at certain times
The light just right in spring
A lovely life it is
There & waiting & glistening