Midnight Oil
Written by E Antony Gray, Posted in Uncategorized
They lit the candle at both ends With a pan to catch the burning wax Raised up as a dilemma suspends Which belief shall accord with the facts All throw their coins in a sophist’s hat For to know the past is not enough The past isn’t truly made of star-stuff But the future is — nothing to scoff at To power his unprofitable turbine farm Did man sow the wind – to no alarm ‘The whirlwind comes of its own accord’ It sustains, if it only sustains in harm They lit the candle at both ends A race of […]









