Always circling
just a few more moons and suns
and my life is done...Kelly McManus

She screams and claws my face
I bleed, the skin replaced
God grant this daily race
But keep the bread from the poor
Those wretches we adore
Only when they're breaking backs
Don't break our cheques
Nor relent til' death
Or our goddess will be forced to rent
My peasant flesh again

You walk in
and the world walks away
from whatever it was doing
for just a fragment of that day

There is no forward, no back, no other way
for this spherical, circular, world bent on its way
to keep on spinning any longer

In your orbit it stops
and absorbs your wandering radiance
as a warming sponge

For a moment at least
the greatest light of this universe concedes
and your radiance rivals the sun

Vance