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EVENING SHOWS - Poem
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Look, look up! On the western stage
The cross gods with golden masks wage
A nuclear war! What for? Mark,
In a yellowish lava park
A football match? The ball is kicked!
Watch! The vast apple by a sword
Is cut, but wait, is it devoured
By a monster? Nay, the hot sun
Goes for a dip in the ocean!
And, there shoot the incandescent
Plumes out from the sinking crescent!
Note how the scarlet carpet shines!
Riped tomatoes dug from gold mines
Smashed and smeared, some made smooth paste
And served on stratus slices! Taste!
Behold the transparent horses
Trotting in a field of roses!
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By sabitha, On - 2010-02-25 |
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