Joys of the chase

Colours fade into nameless shades of grey 
and where the tonsure of bas-relief crudely 
stands effete, semantic symbolism degrades 
into meaninglessness. 

The artefacts of an old existence deny you 
humanity but you don’t recognise them anyway, 
they are not bound to objects of power that 
belay access to reason. 

In this flat world of monochrome un-ambiguity 
and ceaseless movement you hear in a 
spectrum of sound that defies tympanic 
sympathy, sounds you feel in your teeth and 
in the hair that covers your lean shanks 
and in the scents that surround you. 

You move in a world of here and now, 
where yesterday was a stomach full 
and tomorrow is an extension of 
your hunger for tastes and sounds 
and joys of the chase.
© I.D. Carswell