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31st 1967
This poem appeared in a catalogue for an exhibition of
art by patients Kevin worked with whilst doing art therapy
work in the 60's.
My world gone black
and crumbling
wasting slow
and nothing done
Across the gorge a sheeny horse leaps
A mark of respect.
The dull medal
bronze
on my breast pinned
A time for celebration in the holy city
Whenever I look at it
so far down
the grass shining below
like bronze
Trumpets the size of tubas
Gay hats and singing
Painted banners flicking in the breeze
Laughing masks
and laughing
and I speak
then I speak
HOW I SPEAK
Words just fly from my mouth
All my magic
flows out.