Sunday, December 22, 2013
Faces In The Wind
I made a disgusted face, with my notice
The faces conferred and I reddened falsely,
With their own place on squeezing with the devil.
Teaching, if she did, enforced top classes
With missing places to regret and deny,
Sending back was in a sense the managing trick.
I made them have men’s names,
With scruffy, dirty and scrawny appearance
Being a hero commended the soul
To heavenly gates here and above,
Just what do they suffer?
The wind roared off, orbiting habitats
That people built above the Earth.
The astronomy was sophisticated too much
As the three days witnessed too many stars.