Where Is The Peace Poem by Mark Heathcote

'Where is the peace in our lives?
Look at the road burgeoning, dividing
that eternal crossroad-crossing …
holding-out on us; mystical secrets.'

A-voice frustrated, voicing come, barefoot?
'Hurry, hurry the snow is falling
in a flurry, in a flurry and-soon
your path will be lost in the scurry.'

'Where is the peace in our lives?
Whistles a passing hare in a hurry
soon all the good wheat will be scythed
-and, I shall go hungry, hungry.'