THE CAVE IS EMPTY
-
Mike Jenkins (U.K.)
There is
nobody there
No prince or
prophecy -
We must stop
looking high
To the
mountains for a saviour.
When have you
ever
Seen a white
eagle?
We are outside
battered
By the wind
and rain
Alongside the
gulls and pigeons,
Ready to
pounce
On leftovers
and cartons.
We must stop
straining
Our necks
towards
Those misty
summits.
Instead, the
commonplace
Princes and
bards, uncrowned
And hiding
beneath
Their dark
hoods,
Passing you
and I
In precincts
and bus-stations,
Waiting for
the day.
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