Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Shining Things

it was cold
and the roof was made of bones
we will carry the berries
in our mouth

you must learn, you must


ask me where i run,
i run another way
to the fields in the cold
the berries are too cold
blood red berries
on the ground
blood on the ground

we shall help ourselves to a roof of bones
hung with shining wires
help ourselves to misery and death

(a paraphrasing from watership down by richard adams)

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