The Rise of Man and So Much Machinery (The Tall Man Chronicles, Poem 4)

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I have now completed the photography for The Tall Man Chronicles and I am in the process of sifting through the pictures to select the best ones for the book. I have almost completed all of the poems and will be editing and formatting very soon. Hopefully everything is on track for a December release. Here is another poem from the collection.


The Rise of Man and so Much Machinery


In the year 5 ATAF*

A clearing was made

Blood metal shattering the dark blue sky

The Wizened King chuckled

He knew this day would come

“Let it begin then as it must”

Men who started out wide-eyed and with peace in

Their souls

Grew muscles

And greedy

Their eyes blackened by the trickster called




The new hymn of the land

Hacked, ripped and shaken

The trees appalled

As one by one they are murdered

Victim of the saw

Buildings and concrete now to the fore

Twisted metal deformity rising into the skies

Blocking the sun

Nothing is growing

But it is hot


Much hotter than any hell

Imagined or created in the mind of Dante

Wisps of cloud churned into black

Smoking decadence

The ground turned to ash

Oil and smoking chimneys bellowing

Ferocious toxins

Invisible liquids escaping from fridges

Rubbish heaps full of used nappies

Flying metal monsters

Dripping chemicals and lies

The animals are herded

Force fed supplements

Tall Man

Weeps in dignified pent-up silence

A house built on his toes


Once friends in harmony

Man now a deadly foe

Burn down the garden of Eden

No room for paradise to grow

Farewell Magmell

Elysian Fields in decay

The land of trees soon to be gone

Moksha already with us

Now in flames

*After the Axe fell


© John de Gruyther 2014

Words and Photography by John de Gruyther



People Watching

Maybe St. Mary knew this place well
She certainly didn’t drink coffee here
Waiting for kin
Discussing theology
Feet on the street

Cobbled pavements
The might of a dragon
Not sure what bus to catch
Watching people go by and about
Blinking into the sun

Free and with freedom

Copyright John de Gruyther 2014

Old Horntail

Hello wood wasp
Massive bug landing on the shed
Is this a suitable place for you.
Why are you in the garden of
concrete paradise?
There are houses in your field, they chopped down the trees of pine

Despite appearances
It doesn’t sting
Weapons merely functional
Old Horntail
Looking for a place to lay
The summer may be ending

Copyright John de Gruyther 2014

Photograph by Dan Fleet – Wikipedia Public Domain

O Captain My Captain

RIP Robin, I can’t believe you are gone. May God bless you and your family and friends.

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; 
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; 
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, 
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: 
    But O heart! heart! heart!         
      O the bleeding drops of red, 
        Where on the deck my Captain lies, 
          Fallen cold and dead. 

Beautiful Chaos

To mark the summer holidays and the fact that my little boy starts big school in September I am re-posting a version of a poem I first shared last year…


Beautiful Chaos

“Don’t put my book down the toilet”

“I won’t Daddy”


“Your cereal bowl is not a drum, or a steering wheel”

“Please don’t hit your sister with your Bob the Builder Hammer”


And so the day begins

We grapple and fight

Against the oncoming day


Do we stress and toil

Instead of letting children play

Be yourself

Little ones

Soon to start school

Those endless days are gone

Lovely tiny faces

And imaginative brains

Just ignore adult chores

Go out and play




And beautiful chaos

I promise to down tools

And join you for a day

“Stop it, stop it”

“No the cat is not a cushion”


It’s a perfect day

©John de Gruyther 2014

Green Man Guarding



Twisted limbs reaching through wrecked windows of abandoned mill
Hive of industry for the men living on the hill
Walking beneath the aquaduct, can hear children singing
Fishing and larking, the church bell ringing
Sun fractures time and memory, sky divorced from disused canal
Sound above more wood pigeon than owl
The green man’s face guarding the fence
Through fields, passing cows who show mild indifference
Searching for the heron tree through a country gate
On higher ground, lower paths and train tracks arriving too late
A building site would deny nature’s simplicity, shame that’s its fate

©John de Gruyther 2014

Photograph by Heather de Gruyther