Today’s prompt was to try and write a poem around a selection of excellent given titles, which were the names of spaceships taken from Iain Banks’ novels. They had excellent names, and the one that jumped out at me – and the one that I’ve picked for today is:
Falling Outside the Normal Moral Constraints
People like you don’t have homes of their own
But jut about compounds and friends’ bedroom floors
And blithely you fall there from classical virtue
To so low a place there’s no-one left to hurt you
But try – when they do – you’ll tear them up for sport
It’s so easy to claim evolutionary progression
As you spit out this boast to the simplest of questions:
But why ask a wolf why he blew down a door?
Why rummage through traumas to jot down a score,
Just to find the root of your deep lack of constraint?
And you ask me, sedate, as the tablets take hold:
“Try as hard as you can, I tried hard as I could”
In this brief apprehension, some modesty grew
As you start to doubt what always made me stand by you;
It’s your own veneration, my worship of saints
And falling outside normal moral constraints.