Francis Meyrick

Standing alone
On a rocky, windswept ledge
Just below the summit
Of a minor, rocky mountain.
I gaze
At so-called civilization,
Humanity by name
Far below
Insignificant
And wrapped, blindly
In a cocoon of madness.

Only here,
Where it is quiet
Save wind and rainfall
Can I unburden
The boulders
Off my aching shoulders.

Only here, can I sense
In the vast, sleeping quiet
The fragility of Man
Yet another small beast
Gorging his vanity
Endlessly
Unabated
And Unsated.

And I
The pilgrim
Know only too well
The seduction of that hell
I too
Dwell inside
The shell in my mind
And try, vainly
To escape

mankind

Francis Meyrick