Poetry Fruit Corner #3

Resistance by Humphrey Astley

I

The so-called path
of least resistance
lined with toes:
the early mourners crowd the flanks
of this procession, watching mankind
crawl through gallows
since the carpenter’s commission
was deployed.

II

Here is the schoolboy
kicking a stone
all the way to his door
and not knowing why;
there the deflection
that looses the birds
in a freak of directions
out from the birch.

III

Horizons are the churches
of the sceptic;
they lay thresholds
in a ring around his home.
And where the curvature of Earth
is found to falter,
with his twin eye
she reties the skyline’s bow.

IV

The so-called path
of least resistance
lined with toes:
the early mourners crowd the flanks
of this procession at the bell.
And it would be hell
without my fellow fool,
with whom I fear no heaven.

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