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Friday Poem: 'The Byelaws'

Friday Poem: 'The Byelaws'

Friday, 19 May 2017

The Byelaws
 
Never have met me, know me well,
tell all the world there was little to tell,
say I was heavenly, say I was hell,
harry me over the blasted moors
           but come my way, go yours.
 
Never have touched me, take me apart,
trundle me through my town in a cart,
figure me out with the aid of a chart,
finally add to the feeble applause
           and come my way, go yours.
 
Never have read me, look at me now,
get why I’m doing it, don’t get how,
other way round, have a rest, have a row,
have skirmishes with me, have wars,
           O come my way, go yours.
 
Never have left me, never come back,
mourn me in miniskirts, date me in black,
undress as I dress, when I unpack pack
yet pause for eternity on all fours
         to come my way, go yours.
 
Never have met me, never do,
never be mine, never even be you,
approach from a point it’s impossible to
at a time you don’t have, and by these byelaws
              come my way, go yours.
 
 

Friday, 19 May 2017 by Sam Book with 0 comments
Filed under: poetry


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