Still Depends/ Indran Amirthanayagam


So much depends,
Williams wrote,

on a red wheelbarrow
glazed by rainwater.

I hasten to add
that not every member

of the society from
which he composed

those lines has traded
in the wheelbarrow

for a combined harvester.
Some of us purport

still to read on paper
and write with ink.

A rare animal, Man,
nostalgic and sweet

while the planet
burns under his foot,

although the print
would be lighter

If we give up paper
and make poems

in memory like
the old bards whose

prodigious refrains
are getting lost

in characters
touched on the I-pad.

April 20, 2012

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