Books
Orders down the lines they pour
As through the night the presses roar.
Into boxes neatly packed.
Onto pallets tightly stacked.
Into lorries, on to trains
And off down the tracks again.
Convoys trundle down motorway –
Huge loads of books to convey
To eager people who wait
To hear the rattle at their gate.
Best seller lists record the score
As books are sold to rich and poor.
Everything is put aside
As the pages open wide.
Avid eyes devour the text
Wondering what is coming next.
A smile, a nod an excited mind
Delighting in what it is they find.
The planet is saved and peace reigns
As Opher’s message is obtained.
The hatred dies and birth rates dip
As Opher’s logic passes lip to lip
Chimps, whales and rhinos heave a sigh,
Safe again under unpolluted sky.
All is well and happy once more
As Opher’s words touch to the core.
But wait!
The alarm rings
And kettle sings.
Awake again –
Different refrain.
Down some lane a lonely moped bumps
Driven by a woman down in the dumps.
Such a long way to have to go,
A dreary ride through rain and snow,
To deliver one lonely pack.
Then to the depot, heads off back.
Opher 9.12.2015
