The Sanctum of Sanity

The Saving Slaves

It does not have to be

that we must forfeit freedom.

The current change arranges

strange new landscapes

for contemplation by

the mind’s dark caves.

Be sure!

The saving slaves will come,

bequeathing wild winds

to whistle through

the wandering  thoughts

of newly idle men.

And this, can mark the when

that sees our reasons

bloom in room fresh found.

To find that mind

is more than just a store

for mundane pain

occasioned by the need

to feed the body’s plea

to see the dawn again,

and tread the mill

that robs the will of strength

to fight the night which everywhere,

descends.

The end Greek freemen knew.

Few create the greatest gifts.

Production of the true

and polished curve of marble gods

required that the rods be used

on men abused by freedom,

to serve the talent and make time

to spend in epic rhyme.

For those whom fortune chose

to favour with the craft and art

to part the years,

linking generations with the thought

so dearly bought in bondage.

They laid the prize

which opened later eyes,

and prompted ‘whys’

which surface still

amid the spires

and learned domes

of academic stay-at-homes.

We have the chance

to rearrange the dance.

So that the wings

which let the poets soar

could be attached to more

than just the few

who threw good men away,

to wait the day when all should end.

© James Rainsford 2012

Note to readers: Posted as my contribution to week 26 at dVerse Poets. Hard to believe that six months have passed since the pub first opened. 

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