Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The Mice

All around the ranch the mice race.
By nightfall each mouse is a full-fledged mouse.
They are shipped to a great brain so big it needs
neurons the size of mice.

Earth Day:
Heavier than the pyramids
is some conscience
we hold about the earth.
Our planet, her sorrow,
and a sky remote in answers
all call miracles to be worked.
Take into account the bread of many,
for answers are in all hands.

The Child:
The child aspires to live.
Unfortunately for it,
it is only posing as a code
for the body to unlearn.
Bound to a puzzle,
locked to life, each signal
in the sky betters his picture.

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