NURSERY RHYME

November 10, 2007 at 12:56am (Poetry)

 

          Here, in the Valley of Bones,

where the scorpion mocks the turtle

as the turtle dies

and curses the scorpion

for its lies;

           where dead men return,

and stones return,

and children’s teeth return;

here, at Elephant’s End,

we play cat’s cradle in the dirt,

where a little dog laughs

to see such sport,

and the wayward dish

returns.

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