The Bear

        The  Bear.

The  stone  and  the growl,

 The  bear   and   black  fur,

Rock   and  trees   silent and  demure:

They  dare  not  counteract  the  anger

And    look : The  edge  of  the city,

The  statue  of  town  God and   worship

Of  the  mass, still   not  moved by

The   Bear for  it is only  a   statue,

A warp  of   craftsman for  the 

Market  Fair. The  Nullah  and  the

Distant  echo  of  evening  prayer,

Ring out  your  sorrow  and  fear.

The   Bear   is  there.  Seasons  change

And change,  it  remains  the same.