Friday, May 11, 2012

The Din of the West

What will would wake wayward westward watches
In icy igloos intensely ignored?
Your yellow Yale yetis, your yew Yack,
Black bumblebee bickering by breakfast
Pancakes, pickaxe pillowing parakeet,
All animals around, attend, abound
Towards two towering targets today;
For first friends forget funeral forays
Seldom, save some sorrowing sad Saturday.
Christendom christens Christianity 
Likable, like lore living livery
Made more marketable, made more merry;
Howling hounds heaving hundred harpsichords
Defying deaths drowning dastardly din.

                              The Din of the West, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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