What time are we living in


        What time are we living in

 

It’s not if but since the future can be told

   To a broadly verifiable degree

What time are we living in: present old

   Future or has it all gone past already

Don’t tell it for honours to politicos

   They hanker after two-bit history lines

Don’t even whisper it to military macros

   Lest generals decorate brows with vines  

Don’t spill the truth to those who slaughter

   With God on their bloody bleeding minds

For they will leave none alive hereafter

   And lease Heaven out to kith and kinds

Time is but a ruse of passing moments 

The more it unfurls the more the laments.

 

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2005-2012. (From the collection:

    Poems Omega Plus, 2005-2012) 

From: 
T. Wignesan




ABOUT THE POET ~
If I might be allowed to say so, I think my "first" love was poetry. Unfortunately for me, the British curricula at school did not put me in touch with the Metaphysical Poets, nor with the post-Georgian school. Almost all the school texts after World War II contained invariably Victorian narrative poems and some popular examples of Romantic poetry. I chanced upon a selection of T. S. Eliot's and Fitzgerald's Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, and a little later on Pope's An Essay on Man and Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. That did the trick. Yet, I regret not having taken to prose in earnest earlier than the publication of my first collection: Tracks of a Tramp (1961). There's nothing like trying your hand at all kinds of prose exercises to come to grips with poetry. Or rather to see how poetry makes for the essence of speech/Speech and makes you realise how it can communicate what prose cannot easily convey. I have managed to put together several collections of poems, but never actually sought to find homes for them in magazines, periodicals or anthologies. Apart from the one published book, some of my sporadic efforts may be sampled at http://www.stateless.freehosting.net/Collection of Poems.htm


Last updated December 01, 2012