Tuesday, October 22, 2013

SERVO



The man with the key to my cufflinks
told me, “The earth is flat,”
and that I’d better believe it
or I’d be toast.

Toast is not a bad thing to be –
when cooked well it smells
of warm milk and evenings at home –
but this guy was not being funny.

I took him to mean that
I’d burn unless I changed my view.
If he wants the world to be flat then OK:
no-one’s likely to fall off the edge.

So I say to the man with (he says) the key
“Hey, mate, the world is flat.”
“How can I believe that?” he asks,
I say, “Well, you’re the one who just told me.”

I could see complex processing going on
behind his face.  Was that a shadow of doubt?
Not likely.  So am I free?
No, bugger me: he’d lost the bloody key.

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