Edward Wright Haile
In Temporal Matters - Poem by Edward Wright Haile
In temporal matters I say what the hell.
If it’s for money, looks, and fame you bleed
(youth, power, wardrobe?) , you hardly need
me in this world. The wonder is you swell
and don’t explode. So, time of day I bid thee,
you and the race of Babel, and survivors
of the pillar of salt town, and all contrivers
of night in the marvel of humanity.
Yea, reason tells me I need but a roof,
a stony crevice sprinkling sweet drops,
a line of berry bushes, and a copse
of fruit attractive to the cloven hoof.
For me that is the liquor of a life,
granted we’re dwellers in the plain of strife.
BY EDWARD WRIGHT HAILE
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