Utterly Lost Poem by Paul Butters

We cried as Jack was shown through heaven’s gate;
His body laid amongst the bamboo shoots.
A faithful dog laid at his side.

But then the voice of reason whispered through the trees.
Just why should Jack be dead?
So much to do as yet.
The island’s mysteries unsolved.
That dazzling Light
Which heals all ills,
Yet smoking monsters makes.
More scientists will come, I’m sure,
To harness its magnetic power
And travel all through time
On its behest.

This island now is etched upon our cultural soul.
A heritage to carry forth through future days.
We seek the prequel now to Jacob’s Mum, adoptive as she is.
And look to times when ancient Guardians lived.
The Genesis of that golden light.

Paul Butters or Skryboss
(C) Yorkshire, Saturday 29\5\2010 at 09.50.