Brian Taylor Poems
|321.||Furze And Bracken||8/23/2011|
|325.||Tail Of A Typhoon||1/10/2012|
|326.||11th Hour,11th Day,11th Month||11/5/2013|
|327.||City Of Angels||12/19/2009|
|328.||I, Me, Mine||11/24/2008|
|331.||Building A House||1/11/2010|
|333.||The Heart Of Darkness||5/13/2011|
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The Heart Of Darkness
The explorer draws his map
and plunges into space.
Why should he stumble on
at every fresh mishap
and draw back in blank surprise
as the landscape he has created
is revealed before his eyes?
Having nailed his mirror
in its place
firmly to the wall,
why the sudden tremor
at the sight of his own face?
Why the sudden terror
at the horror of it all?
The ugly sister, Alice,
glared at the mirror with reflected malice;
gave a grin
and blew a bubble;
stroked the stubble
on her chin
and simpered, in unbridled bliss,
'What a charmer I iss! '
adding, with a grimace,