THE NEW ORDER

      THE NEW ORDER  BY TIM WILLIAMS JULY 2014

SHOULD WE ROLL LIKE CRAZY YOUNG THINGS
IN THE DUST OF OUR MADNESS, IN THE
WHITE BUBBLES OF FOAMING SUMMER WAVES
SPLASHING THOSE WHO STAND AND WATCH US
WALLOWING IN THE WORDS WE POSSESS
BUT LONE-OUT ON PAGES ATTACHED BY ELASTICATED
LEASHES TO RE-OWN AND RE-USE IN DIFFERING FORMS

AGAIN AND AGAIN I WRITE THE SAME LINE
BUT ONLY WITH THE SAME WORDS PLACED 
IN A DIFFERENT ORDER, TO PORTRAY ANOTHER MEANING
SO THEY DANCE TOGETHER, LIKE AN IRISH RIVER
OR TAKE THEMSELVES TO THE BRIDGE WITH MISTER BROWN,
OR GLIDING LIKE SWAN'S ON LAKES, HOLDING EACHOTHER'S HANDS.

ALL THESE WORDS , THEY ARE NOT YOUNG
THEY ARE OLD, BUT ALTHOUGH USED TIME
AND TIME AGAIN, HAVE NEW MEANING, NEW LIFE,
EACH TIME ONE OF US CONJURES THEM UP FROM
OUR MINDS DEEP FILING CABINETS, LIKE MERLIN
MAKING THEM NEW AND SPARKLING AGAIN,
LIKE FRESH FISH.

LIKE THE MR. THOMAS'. THE MR. DAVIES' AND MR. TRIPP
DID BEFORE US, ALTHOUGH I AM NOT WORTHY TO DANCE
IN THE FOOTPRINTS LEFT BY THEM IN THE DUST OF TIME,
FOR ME IT IS NOT A MATTER OF BECOMING THEIR EQUAL
BUT JUST TO MOVE TO THE SAME RHYTHM THEY DRUMMED
USEING SOME OF THEIR WORDS, BUT IN A NEW ORDER.