Reminiscences, intimations, apologia and other garbled sounds from a man at rest.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
high atop a hill
the world looks bright and cheerful.
worms creep up to see
what mankind has wrought,
rebuilding stately edifices,
laid to waste just centuries ago
by early vandal worms,
now creep lively,
there's more ruination to be done