Let us hear no more of winning Or victory — with trust There can be no new beginning: Once broken, all is dust. Though the rock of trust is strong, And poised atop a hill, Though its traitors labour long, What glory in the kill? Should we leave its ruins glowing, What fortress did we swarm? For the strength of trust is knowing There is no gate to storm.
Dorsington. Warwickshire April 26. 2008
This poem is a work in progress. It is incomplete, unfinished and has not been revised. 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