Rime

(Dedicated to the author of "Time.")

Often
On Friday nights
"Smad" is short a few inches—

So I
Write a pome
On Life and Death
Or Art and the Absoloute
—anyway Something Big—

Good vague stuff
High-flown and capitalised—
A few dots—splashed here and there—

It fills the space—

—Old Mother Aitch.