"How clever of you all to know your names,
now can anyone tell me anything about zebras?
Yes, you over there."
"My name's Lorraine."
"And a very pretty name it is too,
well done for remembering."
"Now about the zebras, can anyone tell m.....?"
"My name's Brian and I like lions."
Down in the jungle of eternity
long ago animals stirring themselves
in the primeaval warmth
of another nameless day
walked towards their watering holes
through hot rain.
Sunrise followed them through the tracks
they made across the silence
of the Universe as stars hurtled
towards now. So here we are
stuck in the world we have created
where everything has a name
and almost all have labels attached
which can neither be changed or erased
and will soon litter abandoned places.
A zebra is a four legged creature,
halfway between a horse and a mule
more or less.
No-one knows why stripes
were pressed against its side,
we can only hazard a guess.
Brian shook, then roared like a lion
so the zebras did not stay.
Lorraine wrote names
on the front of a song book,
that weren't spelled the right way .