ai] iron [ɪ] in [ʌ/ ʊ] rung [ɒ] cross [i:] greased [əʊ] mould [e/ eə:] set
[ɑ:] bar [ei] weight [ɜː] world [ʊə/ u] root [au] pound
[æ] stamped [ɔː] wall [u:] root
The 56 lb. weight. A solid iron
Unit of negation. Stamped and cast
With an inset, rung-thick, moulded, short crossbar
Until you tried to lift it, then a socket-ripping,
Life-belittling force -
Gravity's black box, the immovable
Stamp and squat and square-root of dead weight.
Yet balance it
Against another one placed on a weighbridge -
And everything trembled, flowed with give and take.
And this is all the good tidings amount to:
And bearing out, just having to
Balance the intolerable in others
Whatever we settled for and settled into
Suffering makes the world go round.
Peace on earth, men of good will, all that
The scales ride steady and the angels' strain
Prolongs itself at an unearthly pitch.
refuse the other
To cast the stone.
Not to do so some time, not to break with
The obedient one you hurt yourself into
to fail the hurt,
the self, the ingrown
Prophesy who struck thee! When soldiers mocked
Blindfolded Jesus and he didn't strike back
Something was made manifest - the power
Of power not exercised, of hope inferred
Do me a favour, would you, just this once?
Prophesy, give scandal, cast the stone.
to every question,
But every now and then, just weighing in
Is what it must come down to, and without
Any self-exculpation or self-pity.
was called for
And a quick hit would have fairly rankled,
that it was my narrowness
That kept me keen, so got a first submission.
I held back when I should have drawn blood
A deep mistaken chivalry, old friend.
At this stage only foul play cleans the slate.