Dannie Abse Poems
|4.||Song for Pythagoras||6/29/2016|
|6.||The Victim Of Aulis||8/23/2017|
|7.||Pathology Of Colours||8/23/2017|
|8.||Talking To Myself||8/23/2017|
|11.||The Old Gods||5/14/2015|
|13.||The Water Diviner||6/29/2016|
|14.||Ask The Moon||8/23/2017|
|15.||In the Theatre||6/29/2016|
In the Theatre
Sister saying—‘Soon you'll be back in the ward,'
sister thinking—‘Only two more on the list,'
the patient saying—‘Thank you, I feel fine';
small voices, small lies, nothing untoward,
though, soon, he would blink again and again
because of the fingers of Lambert Rogers,
rash as a blind man's, inside his soft brain.
If items of horror can make a man laugh
then laugh at this: one hour later, the growth
still undiscovered, ticking its own wild time;
more brain mashed because of the probe's braille path;
Lambert Rogers desperate, ...