The Attractive Gravity Of Matter. Poem by Ian Kellett

If she’s coming out swinging
Then she’ll run back off swung at,
Or dancing and singing
She’ll get tangoed and sung at,
Or with scrawled expectations
I’ll be forced to erase her,
Or with subtle dictation
I’ll rebut her invasion.

If she appeals to my peers
Then I’ll deal with their doubts,
Or strangers frontiered
I’ll assuage the encounters,
Or council officials
I’ll announce my campaign,
Or higher commissions
I’ll fight fire with rain.

And if she tunnels up slyly
I’ll have fun with her digging,
Or attempts to fly by me
I’ll ascend up her rigging,
Or circles my wagons
I’ll work on her wheels,
And wait ‘til she’s flagging
Then bait her with deals.