The maker
(P. Hammill)

I've watched this world.
It seems a long time.
The people here are joyous,
and something calls me far away...
He is the Man they call the Maker.
He's almost humanoid.
But there is still a void between
Him and the men he shelters.
He brings them happiness...
He tries but nonetheless has none
to use himself in private.
There are no friends for Him.
How very lonely to be gone.
Or maybe more than this.
For he is life.
He is the bond between worlds some call time.
But for all this he receives no worship...
No core of peace lies deep down in his mind.
So demi-God for two planets at once,
and when he travels away one decays...
For energy runs from one to the other,
and joy and pain interchange with his gaze.
Deus in machine saviour who only half perceives
"I can do no more, I've made heaven here...
I've given them my love and now must see my other world...
What happens there? "


© 1973 Peter Hammill