For something similar but different here's a link to "An Ending" which I wrote in trochaic tetrameters in December 1980 and posted on 7 November 2012.
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(Romans 7, 15-25, Douay-Rheims)
That which I would, I do not,
That which I would not, do;
And so I’ll dance to Hades
If it’s all the same to you.
St Paul knew all the struggle,
The sting which grouched his side,
But back-flayed at the pillar,
Or sunk in the sea’s wide tide,
He held to the unseen knowledge
Which unsat him on the road,
And like a stubborn palmer
Strove to the unmoved Node.
But I, and you! like clubbers
Sway to the swing of the groove;
Ecstatic, the sound deck’s pounding
Propels our every move:
Shouting, laughing, lusting,
We hog the floor on speed,
Faces and loins are sweat-soaked
Like metaphors for greed.
Ha! chastity you flat-foot,
I’ll game whoever I choose:
Lying, fawning – well-practised! –
Are tools for those on the cruise.
Be perfect, One said, like your Father,
He who sees all, and will judge,
Though pre-1960s fancies
Are but a social misfit’s grudge.
And here’s a jug of Jack Daniel’s,
Some “kick of a mule” pills,
There’s porn on my iphone in plenty,
All’s pluses, no nils!
Yes, I know about all the sorrow
Caverning the world’s face,
But hand-wringing like the Tarsan’s
Is not a social grace.
And as for the globes now spinning
Above our strobe-lit heads,
Relax, they’re safely hanging
By Damoclean threads!
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© April 2023
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(Romans 7, 15-25, Douay-Rheims)
That which I would, I do not,
That which I would not, do;
And so I’ll dance to Hades
If it’s all the same to you.
St Paul knew all the struggle,
The sting which grouched his side,
But back-flayed at the pillar,
Or sunk in the sea’s wide tide,
He held to the unseen knowledge
Which unsat him on the road,
And like a stubborn palmer
Strove to the unmoved Node.
But I, and you! like clubbers
Sway to the swing of the groove;
Ecstatic, the sound deck’s pounding
Propels our every move:
Shouting, laughing, lusting,
We hog the floor on speed,
Faces and loins are sweat-soaked
Like metaphors for greed.
Ha! chastity you flat-foot,
I’ll game whoever I choose:
Lying, fawning – well-practised! –
Are tools for those on the cruise.
Be perfect, One said, like your Father,
He who sees all, and will judge,
Though pre-1960s fancies
Are but a social misfit’s grudge.
And here’s a jug of Jack Daniel’s,
Some “kick of a mule” pills,
There’s porn on my iphone in plenty,
All’s pluses, no nils!
Yes, I know about all the sorrow
Caverning the world’s face,
But hand-wringing like the Tarsan’s
Is not a social grace.
And as for the globes now spinning
Above our strobe-lit heads,
Relax, they’re safely hanging
By Damoclean threads!
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© April 2023
