I despise the creation
as a lone wanderer
who bottomed once a wonder
to an abyss of blue

I despise the foetus
I seeded within
the mother who produced
an infant of wisdom

I despise the symphonies
of my creation's curse
whose voices I gifted
from the echoes of mine

I despise this halo
that renders me divine
A nimbus of insolence
that burns me alive

I despise your journeys
to sanctity's den
for the airs, a legacy
from my immortal breath

As an unjust painter
I confess my sins
to the rainbows I drew
with a colourless quill

I seize the wonder
cast ages ago
As a triumphant saviour
to the disarmed souls

The abyss of blue,
a remnant to bear
the stench of your despair
to my merciless adieu

I feel the breeze,
On my face,
I wonder now,
If its the place.

I remember how,
We used to be,
I remember why,
You came to me.

I look back,
On everything,
And wonder why,
I'm crying.

I see the beach,
I feel the sand,
Where we first walked,
Hand in hand.

I remember how,
It used to be,
And I remember why,
You left me.

Great Pan is Dead!
Flag at half-mast,
Great Pan is Dead!
He will not be the last,
The boorish wind will blow
And say ‘Pan It is time to go’
While the nymphs will lament the passing of friends.

Old Ulysses
Focussed as time,
He thought lotus-eating
Was a heinous crime.
Ploughed on with his quest,
He could cut it with the best.
But even he could not compare to Pan.

Oh Deadly Day!
The music has died,
Oh Deadly Day!
Arcadia lied.
Apollo will play,
And the Gods will shout ‘Hurray!’
And sing ‘Great Pan is Dead!’

October 2009