Sunday 12 December 2010

It

It crept out and peered over,
it neared nothing as it got lower.
It called forth the eternal horde,
they hung their heads and scurried back, bored.
It yelled at the heaven, beating down the doors,
"damn you God! God damn you and yours!"
It bruised its knuckles digging holes to bury shovels.
It vomited absurdities and was forced to eat its own words.
It threw nets into the sky and tried to catch the birds.

Just sleek moves through wet paper,
the deaf dance of a wild rapier.

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