Squares have disappeared,
and edges burred,
a root of the round
now abounds.
anathematic steel
has succumbed to rust.
horsepower has
reverted to horse and –
the kingfisher
will truly be king.
And the trees now thrum
and grasses dance
in the old bluebell wood,
the oak,
the ash,
the elm;
everything will be
as it should --
with the green man-
at the helm.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
Squares have disappeared,
and edges burred,
a root of the round
now abounds.
anathematic steel
has succumbed to rust.
horsepower has
reverted to horse and –
the kingfisher
will truly be king.
And the trees now thrum
and grasses dance
in the old bluebell wood,
the oak,
the ash,
the elm;
everything will be
as it should --
with the green man-
at the helm.
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