Sunday, November 14, 2010

1188. MANFORKIND

MANFORKIND
MAN FOR KIND
Kindling wood makes the best fires;
deep in these woods we de-camp
as we tire. They tell me the year
is, somehow, 2181. I know no more
than that. These tall dark fir trees
above me are whistling wildy,
in a very strange breeze. Indeed.

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