rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

At dusk

Down at the house on the corner I hear kids playing. Reminded me of this verse:

From Kids at Play
by Donald Petersen


On the playground, in the street,
Careless children gather heat.

In their skulls a crazy voice:
Eat fire, eat fire, or turn to ice.

Fire, fire, kingdom come
Booms in the sky like a big bass drum.

Hi diddle-diddle. Come what may,
Turn to ash and blow away.
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