My Add-On Poem: 1 Poem by William McBride

'My Poem to which I am Adding More Each Day'

Who will we jam off to next?
For me, there's no world outside.
Here picked the arrow,
Not in my own ductile web.
Another one veiled in white,
With apples from the leaves
Some persuade the babes.
A most Jewish and therefore complete you!
Baddened by that literature
Blowing ye back.
Never a sunny night
Harpooned for some gold,
Adding it up in the evening!
Born into the trouble,
With all of my business in fragments,
Its interpreter stopped up
By the friendship unthought,
By the jewel on my ring.
At your Angelic best
With nothing to work on,
At one with the greatness,
Rewarded by your Valentine with sainthood
While so many still are deluded about that New Testament,
That original fighter,
The empire of Time,
Whose drift lasts a lifetime.
Haloes on all children,
They test songs,
Food for the monsters
Of a swaggering sickness,
And y'all without their souls,
The originals loving it even more.

- Ora and Penelope with me