Brian Wake (Liverpool)
Clutching At Straw
An unexamined life, thought Daniel,
settling for the night on an eiderdown
of lions, is not a life at all.
I was hardly born until a little while ago,
testing the hunger of these beasts,
daring my ten-to-the dozen heart
to beat as never before.
Not anymore, he thought. Not anymore.
No more Daniel what’s-his-name
with television seven nights a week,
and adventure – someone knocking
at the door. Not anymore. Not anymore.
Up like a lark, he thought. Up like a lark.
I’ll pace the cage and gauge my space,
and I’ll not clutch at strands of straw
but roar, like them, for meat and even bite
the hand of anyone that feeds me.
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