Tuesday, March 2, 2010

we walk





we walk,
absent-minded,
in the midst
of a foreign concourse;

deep in the bowels
of hive
and home;

of course,

soldiers are sent
to greet us;
spurious welcomes
treat us;

honored
guests;

the rest,

as you might have guessed
is as fiendish
as a hornet
gets

when cornered—

held
by handlers
who are ill
prepared.


2 comments:

Rachel said...

...ist das sehr gut geschrieben!!!

Hut ab!!!


herzlich, Rachel

Noxalio said...

thank you kindly Rachel.