LEAVE US ALONE

He thought it would last for ever, his first real love,
when the world was a love song
and life was purple,
then she left
and the world was grey again.
To vent his feelings he wrote,
not to the Times but to those, partly responsible
for his condition,

To the muses Erato and Polyhymnia

Dear Sirs,
You seem unaware of the disturbing influences
inherent in the practice of your vocations with your
BLOODY POETRY! and BLOODY MUSIC!
Making us think that what is, is not
and what is not could be.
We live our lives as shadows
cast on the wall of a caliginous cave
staring ahead
not wondering
not caring
not thinking until
BLOODY POETRY! BLOODY MUSIC!
come along and make us wonder
where the light is from
and what the words betray
as the music rips into our souls
leaving us uncontent
BLOODY POETRY! BLOODY MUSIC!
Why can't they leave us alone?
We were happy enough before we knew
there was another life
of truth and beauty and love,

BLOODY POETRY!

BLOODY MUSIC!


(LEAVE US ALONE
by
FRANK BRYCE)