Post by thundershoon on Nov 20, 2006 20:29:11 GMT -5
With apologes to Carl Sandburg:
The WhoGirl comes On little cat feet She sits looking Over harbor and city On silent haunches and then moves on……
…A eunuch priest of the highest caste sets tapers before a pair of old shoes. …The dog worries the dirty glove which hath seen many better centuries. …The blind Norns strike a tiny silver anvil with fingers that are mallets. Upon the metal lies a length of blue light.