The Turn Of The Song

I have a song.

I am dismayed
composing music for glory
when everyone
hates my tone
my gin and tonic sorrow

They make notes
to hate me profoundly

They are like cats
when I sing like a bird

In my dreams, I
can sing and dance

But I awake to
lions’ prowling hunger, to
impending death for this
lamb whose stomach growls

To be eaten
is unpleasant.
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert

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