Friday, December 22, 2006

More lasting than bronze by gold

We are wooden elves --
dusky elves watching woods --
almost amber,
backlashed orange
crossing a bow.

But we've forgotten
what we came to watch.

We are city elves --
black and white --
almost Victorian,
our hair under wigs
full of bows.

But we've forgotten
to care for our fellow.

We are concrete monkeys --
jabbering flea bitten fallacy --
under the Tower of Babel,
unable to help ourselves
or the earth.

What elves can we now become?

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