the ancient scrivener

ink, ink everywhere
and all the boards did shrink
cracked the skull
blood everywhere
and not a thought to think
the stool that broke
the head that bled
while sewn
saw all those books unread
saw all that wished
had been fulfilled
that now that shell
could soon be chilled
were not the physics
young but trained
ready and willing
to protect that brain.

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..