Surface sealants

(Solemn passion present)

by T.P. Wilkinson / April 1st, 2018

in the putrid ponds of piety
statesmen (and women) like leeches
swim
yet they for terrestrial bipeds
no medicinal virtue
lend
green the luscious lily lies
beneath magnolia’s fragrance blossomed
limb
but these infested swamps to drain
need pumps and pipes in hell
to end.

Dr T.P. Wilkinson writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is also the author of Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, April 1st, 2018 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.