Saturday, May 12, 2012

Busy Beaver

Like a busy beaver mine enemy,
Chiseling away with his two good buck teeth:
Dragging across the crevice of life
An obstruction that causes me to weep.
Now a lake has been made around the tree
Of life! And I stand now, still underneath
The bowers of it's fruit strewn limbs. The knife
Now deepens it's blow as water doth seep.
Yet it works both ways, the water that's trapped;
For all gentle quays that will now be mapped
Out, by cartographers handiwork seen,
Will be for naught when dam breaks in-between.
The beaver makes me impatient to act,
But I will wait; I will not break my pact!

                                     Busy Beaver, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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