The Escapist (Poem) 2000
(from The Escapist)
Apologies to William Blake
Writer! Writer! Write tonight
On the paper bright and white.
What new world in your minds eye
Could frame thy tearful butterfly?
In your misty dreams & lies
What anger did you vent your cries?
With what will did he desire?
With what hand did burn the fire?
How much bolder can we start
Than to show a man his heart?
But when his heart did feel the heat,
Did he not begin retreat?
What the go-between must claim?
That your soul be damned to endless pain.
What the curse? What bad task
Did you use in evil to bask?
When our hero dried his tear
He found your hell and drew his spear.
Did he smile your work to be?
“Why did you who made my world forsake me?”