Saturday, 18 August 2012
The Coastal Robot
or On looking out of the East Coast train from London to Edinburgh
Incredible how the sea dispels alarm
Arousing joy without a cause
A sight of inevitable bliss so inarticulate
and yet replete with messages and thrones.
Then suddenly a monstrous thing
a squat and hideous robot,
square and brute
Sits on the coast line like an ugly toy left out by troll children
Blind to the ravishing waves.
A factory made of concrete blocks.
A nuclear power station?
What exactly is it?
Could one possibly say
Without initiation into madness of the bluntest kind?
And there and here beside the railway tracks
Vast cylinders and wagons,
making grey a frightful thing
Whilst the veiling mist attempts a kind reminder of the truthful nature of this
Heavenly shade... so close to silver and to dawn.
the breath returns and someone with a gentle eye has now laid out the land.
A green field
of a generous startling hue
gives us a barn
with a long bright roof of red.
a white house by a fallow field
and a crimson post van in a country lane,
Its speed commensurate with human dignity
And a sense of pace of life.
Oh Lord protect us from the paceless things
That sit enthroned in deathless tedium.
Rip out the horrors that can never breathe
And fill again our earth with life that dies
And naturally expires in rapturous gratitude.
How wonderful that things ephemeral
Lift up our fragile hopes into eternity.
Whilst stolid robots, stiff with glass eyed potency
Will, changeless, fall entire into the night.