12-08-2010, 11:05 PM
Settle down, the nursemaid’s here,
Eating a scone as she draws you a bath,
Happily spilling crumbs on the floor.
Round and round the grey mass swims,
Screeching like an injured cat,
The skull a shattered pine cradle.
Eternity: a schoolyard taunt
Tracing a line down your scalp,
Piercing the tight flesh
Happily, like your nursemaid as she
Eats her scone. But you invented her.
Rotund soother, she eases the pain.
Eating a scone as she draws you a bath,
Happily spilling crumbs on the floor.
Round and round the grey mass swims,
Screeching like an injured cat,
The skull a shattered pine cradle.
Eternity: a schoolyard taunt
Tracing a line down your scalp,
Piercing the tight flesh
Happily, like your nursemaid as she
Eats her scone. But you invented her.
Rotund soother, she eases the pain.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe