Sunday, September 28, 1997

Cells Of A Song

King Kong
the murderous monkey
roamed the place
feeding on human beings
the companions, we
built small enclosed chambers
without crack or window in the veils
that surround
throughout the place
hidden like cells
our sanctuaries of rest
hidden, we are dark to the eyes of Kong
chosen for Kong's ritual meal
we have a plan
blind to Kong who cannot see through to it
we have numbered Kong's days
the mighty Kong has fallen
we have already done it

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