Broad Beans

© 2005, Jeff Lynch

Every leaf endeavours towards
A South - North axis,
Seeking the sun awe head out of our Winter solstice.
A simple mystery
In my backyard.
Little wonder then,
That the Emperor* of the Roman state
Grew cabbages, in lieu of
The handling of human affairs
So perilous
To the state of health.
It seems, to understand the functions of
A single cell,
Is more awesome
Than order the destruction
Of an enemy, or a friend.
Peacefully then, he husbanded
Himself through his winter days.
Knee deep in manure;
Sure on his axis.

*Tiberius (see Robert Graves)


 

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