A Primitive Poem by Nancy Ames

'Days go by,
days go by,
days go by.

Here am I
under the sky.

Someone will try
to tell me why
and whether I
am low or high
and how to buy
that thing they fly.

The world is flat.
I do know that.'


'But we flew here last night,
to a place among the stars
where they have created light
and put it into jars.

And everything is up-side-down,
although it feels the same,
but they just call it 'shanty-town',
and seem to think I'm tame.'