28 March 2008

drift of signifieds

the absence of the mount's a giveaway
pegasus not just in pound but shot dead
and foolish notions now given their head
we find ourselves in a most dreary play
not knowing what to do or what to say
the dialogue has all the charm of lead
still we are silent and far too well-bred
even to think that this is no good day
words given voice by fools bounce on the wall
and have their echo in the ears of clowns
this is the force that breeds death in each street
such energy that when we hear the call
we are astonished that the very towns
turn into places where they store the meat

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