Sunday, March 28, 2010

I've been...

There is a banging.
It reverberates through
The floor below me.
What is the origin of
This peculiar sound?

(Perhaps there is a butcher
Pounding away at slabs of
Bloody meat?)

(Could it be a min-
iature Marching band, celebrating
Some great achievement?)

(Better yet, and angry thinker,
Frustrated enough to smash his
Head again and again to the wall?)

No, no.
It is the foundation
Of this life being
Struck and chipped away at.
Soon enough it will all come
Tumbling down upon whomever is
Unlucky enough to be in the kitchen
With Dinah STRUMMIN'
THE
OLD
BAN
JO

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