GETHSEMANE           

 

           A type

            of Gethsemane.

            Not so much the pain –

            more the agony.

 

            Not the absence

            of sleep –

            more the ache;

 

            an ache which penetrates

            each sinew. If only

            one had slept

 

            like others do.

           Oh, how you’d love

           that luxury. Wait

 

           for the next event –

           everything burns,

           each pore secretes

           anxiety. Has it

 

           all come to this?

           Who knows

           what follows

           the restless night.

 

                

 

                   Malcolm Evison

                   09 June 2005