Francis Curran

Rookie (30-10-65 / Down Patrick-Northern Ireland)

(n) Lifeblood

Poem by Francis Curran

Out at mans feet lays creation,
All sorted and shifted, its nature's
Ups and downs, indexed dusted: down
At mans feet lays himself
And everything that ever moved,
Done always as it had to be done,
When mostly done for it could
Be done; everything passes being
A possibility at some point.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 20, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 14, 2007

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