Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Where Termites fear to tread."
(dedicato: Claudine.)
"Where Termites fear to tread."
...DID U EVER KNOW NOTHING, ever confess, KNOW NOTHING at all? -No-one to talk to, clutching at straws? Did U EVER have NOWHERE, no place to go; Poets show U the signposts (to nowhere) then conveniently, skip away.
Did U EVER have Ambition then climb that hill? Do U ever question, alone, & U sit there still? And to peek back at the Valley, a comfort warm, was there ever a choice? Yet the schoolyard girls/boys rejoice, echoes-chorus in your mind: Cold Comfort Farm. A dynamic, but not exactly U?
(Refrain:) Where Termites fear to tread. Where drunken Angels at the tavern sing OF our mortal whiles & who's to say what rights or wrongs, Love Rape, brutality, sired, delivered our own singular song?
Did U ever know Nothing, nothing at all? No-one to talk to, clutching at straws? Did U ever have nowhere, no place to go; Poets (Dem BANDIDOES!) will always skip away: Or that Song of Songs, a divine embrace, and, sometimes, a place where we belong.
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
