Natural History V4 (was Speaking With His Eyes/Televised)
Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2022 3:35 pm
He'll fight on.
Red, yellow, and mauve planets
crowding at the gate.
His units everywhere now,
crouching in their hides;
the search for life, a running joke.
That sainthood/prophet moniker.
All he did was sign a contract,
happened to bring the BBC to bloom,
ushered in these, what would you call them?
. . . Late flowers?
A professional optimist:
he knows his unit, that at least
will survive.
And those cameras!
Still evolving. He saw them all -
looked into their eyes.
V3
Speaking With His Eyes
He'll fight on.
Red, yellow, mauve crowding at the gate.
His units everywhere now, crouching in their hides.
The search for life, a running joke.
That sainthood/prophet moniker.
All he did was sign a contract;
brought the BBC to bloom;
the colours somehow brighter back then.
A professional optimist -
He knows his unit, that at least
will survive.
And those cameras!
Still evolving. He saw them all;
looked into their lenses.
Natural History
He gave us Blue: orchestrated hope.
He gave us Green;
Red crowding at the gate;
the prophet speaking with his eyes.
He oversaw that fond first bloom -
Ah, 67!
These days David dreams in black and white.
Televized
New bred for the purpose cameras and camera crews
See more See clearer See further See ourselves
These days David dreams in black and white
But a planet with no BBC?
Inconceivable
Red, yellow, and mauve planets
crowding at the gate.
His units everywhere now,
crouching in their hides;
the search for life, a running joke.
That sainthood/prophet moniker.
All he did was sign a contract,
happened to bring the BBC to bloom,
ushered in these, what would you call them?
. . . Late flowers?
A professional optimist:
he knows his unit, that at least
will survive.
And those cameras!
Still evolving. He saw them all -
looked into their eyes.
V3
Speaking With His Eyes
He'll fight on.
Red, yellow, mauve crowding at the gate.
His units everywhere now, crouching in their hides.
The search for life, a running joke.
That sainthood/prophet moniker.
All he did was sign a contract;
brought the BBC to bloom;
the colours somehow brighter back then.
A professional optimist -
He knows his unit, that at least
will survive.
And those cameras!
Still evolving. He saw them all;
looked into their lenses.
Natural History
He gave us Blue: orchestrated hope.
He gave us Green;
Red crowding at the gate;
the prophet speaking with his eyes.
He oversaw that fond first bloom -
Ah, 67!
These days David dreams in black and white.
Televized
New bred for the purpose cameras and camera crews
See more See clearer See further See ourselves
These days David dreams in black and white
But a planet with no BBC?
Inconceivable