Kelvin Corcoran
SPRING CAMPAIGN SONG
Orpheus was special from the start
neither village boy nor hired mouth
he made the language sound
across the wires of the world.
Small green meadow green
covered in April flowers
beside the track on Taygetos
speaks his one word to the sky.
Make nothing of this
but a platform of earth
dressed in one-time electricity
of camomile, iris and vetch.
Orpheus remember what is done
make nothing of it but
a credible and miraculous green
sing out the song simultaneous.
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Tweet tweet the echo chamber air and turn the handle on a million bird pianola. Blow
through the papery holes, phpp, phpp splendid, the whole world comes rolling in,
the intervals of splendour. Far off let a chainsaw chop logic to warm next winter with resin and sceptical
fire. Campion, Keats and Baby Jack to form a queue, humming and a-plucking on a lyre.
Copyright Kelvin Corcoran 2013