ROCKING—II.
The man who was rocking all night
Continues the practice in spite
Of attempts to stop,
Day tensions won’t drop
With no resolution in sight.
He lays on his side, right or left,
But rocks all the same in step
To a rhythm his own
While specters moan…
The moaning’s not all in his head.
Then finally alas and a-lack
He turns to sleep on his back,
At least he won’t rock
List’ning to the tick-tock…
Resting after hours in the sack.
—J. Caswell
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