Life Grows, But Why?
Life grows, but why? Because it can? Is such sufficient warrant— For this tumultuous master plan From single-cell to torrent? Or might life's purpose demonstrate A lesson from its Mother, Who deals in neither love nor hate, The quintessential ‘other’? The shell is ‘other’ to the shark, Each ‘other’ to Jehovah, Yet both have fed the fathomed dark To build the cliffs of Dover. I scrawl in chalk which once was shell— The rain dissolves my labour, And so these cunning chains of hell Bind each life to its neighbour.
Dorsington, Warwickshire November 28, 2010
This poem is a work in progress. It is incomplete and unfinished. It is meant only to offer a glimpse into the notebook of a poet at work. Please do not post it onto other sites or publish it in any form without this notice being attached. Thank you — Felix Dennis