Tsitshoh
10-01-2003, 10:19 AM
She:kon!
A conspiracy of poetry...
Mouse in the Factory
by Tsitshoh
Daylight ends when
the many suns in the sky
are suddenly extinguished
by the hands of the god-beings
that scurried under them.
Daylight ends, with the closing of the box
a big iron box,
that locks away the food.
Some crumbs fall on the floor;
It may be enough today.
On comes the night
cool and dark,
humming from far away,
but quiet.
She sells her art
by a hole in the wall
a marginal living,
but a dead give-away
for pest control.
Skennen
...Tsitshoh...
A conspiracy of poetry...
Mouse in the Factory
by Tsitshoh
Daylight ends when
the many suns in the sky
are suddenly extinguished
by the hands of the god-beings
that scurried under them.
Daylight ends, with the closing of the box
a big iron box,
that locks away the food.
Some crumbs fall on the floor;
It may be enough today.
On comes the night
cool and dark,
humming from far away,
but quiet.
She sells her art
by a hole in the wall
a marginal living,
but a dead give-away
for pest control.
Skennen
...Tsitshoh...