Why do we tremble?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem

Submitted: January 09, 2012

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He stands by the flaccid lake,

Surrounded by discriminating mist,

The chain is broken,

No-one has spoken,

Only birdsong all around.

 

The boxes have returned once more,

They’re so square! They’re so square!

Senseless cruelty in their rigidity,

Enough of them to weigh down any horse,

Are you worried?

 

He strokes his hair in perplexed woe,

He fears what he does not understand,

Eggs on the ground,

He stamps on them,

Dead before they’re alive.

 

Why do the sisters come to him?

And tell him of their petty reptilian troubles?

For he has no interest in closed magazines,

When the padlocks tighten,

The world will end.


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