I once thought Greens were things I was forced to eat at School. Later, more long in the tooth, I reckoned that they were something to do with jealousy or envy, lack of empathy, inability to enjoy vicariously...
The Greens were, I then thought, the storm troopers of the one big Gloater in the Sky - or were they undercover agents waiting to assist in His overthrow? How could I ever be certain?
Now, as I fade into the last stage of senility, I understand their identity to be far more insidious. Blake's question about those ancient feet is still apposite. At least my head's not QUITE so bald as the concrete sphere on which WE walk...
(published 'Purple Patch' 1991)
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