Tuesday, May 8, 2007

The window open. Howling wind
that moves great trees like dancing ghosts
which sway their feathery, green and finned
inhuman hand which waves and boasts
its godlike strength which crashes rocks
and smashes cliffs and fences' posts
of houses owned by apes. It mocks
to think their global lordship's safety's not in guns or locks.

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