“For mine own good,
All causes shall give way. I am in blood
Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er”.
(Macbeth: Act 3, Scene 4).
The extraordinary and new
The passing of the years
Engender ordinary tears.
Although normalisation may not lead to crying
Inside something is dieing,
Then, at first unnoticed the whole
Edifice begins to collapse.
Masonry imperceptibly crumbles.
There may be mumbles of regret
Brick after brick tumbles.
Once a piece of the building has gone
A man may carry on
Down the same path
With a weary laugh,
Though the loss of a single brick
May his conscience prick.