Bubble Poem by Harry St Vincent Beechey

A bubble is burst.

Where now the rainbow people

Who shone and glowed within its walls;

The two-dimensional iridescence

Who mingled end flowed

And reflected an ugly world distorted but beautiful,

Who twirled in a dream world

Coupling,

Coalescing,

Mingling their colours in beauty end light.

The Fuzz have busted the pad.

A great horny hand grasped the bubble.

And uncomprehending eyes

Stared for a moment at the wreckage

And saw scum,

And wiped their hands of them.

H.St.V.Beechey

February 1970.