Do Poem by Nicholas Green

Do not gulp up this sad air do not
Dip your head into joy do not
Engulf sound's bubble do not
Recall the bird-black future do not
Rattle my schoolboy guns do not
Remember me walking to school do not
Drip quicksilver sky do not
Add bulk to the air do not
Whisper in your bucket voice do not
Create a sensation in my hands do not
Make me write about it do not
Become a metaphor for England do not
Understand the death of angles do not
Care about the lives of brutes do not
Mourn for paper Saxons do not
Enter the castle of oxygen where you do not
Know what safety is and do not
Care for courage in your feather doughnuts
Your birdy shouts lasting the empire of air
Until you have retched out your instincts.
Do nothing, and I will watch you do it

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