her bone juts through
white between her flesh
raw and bloody pink
caught in metal snare
she used to try to tug
against her broken wing
summoned by a dream
of blue and whistling wind
but dull now are her thoughts
dull her desire to dare
her wispy dream laid to rot
while caught in fowler's snare
what a song she will sing
that day of sweet escape
a quiet word he will speak
and metal snare unmake
fly! high above the trees
the clouds the sun the sea
discover anew the p'wer of wind
and what it is to be truly free
(ps 124:7; rom 8:2; jn 8:36)
Sunday, July 02, 2006
the fowler's snare
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in response to your "deep" poem, here's my "low brow" requeim (a doggerel of sorts) for Team Brazil
Brazil
(sung to the tune of Ben by Michael Jackson)
- - - with new and original lyrics by colinrt
Brazil, your World Cup dream's alive no more
We just feel let down and really sore
Where did samba soccer go?
How did France stop the flow?
The soccer pundits say:
As a team you did not play
(As a team you didn't play) echo
Kelong, some feel Brazil the game did throw
That's why the bookies made a lot of dough
Why else would 'naldino fade?
and Kaka was just shit
No stars lit up that day
As a team you did not play
(As a team you didn't play) echo
I used to say: Brazil will win } two times
Now its France, or Germany }
Brazil, we thought you'd lift the Cup for sure
We've pinned our hopes and dreams on you before
Now, it's all come crashing down
Ronaldo's just a clown
As a team you did not play
Now I'll root for Italy....
(for Italy...) echo
*in all sincerity* ToT, very sorry for your loss. Feel better soon. Italy is a good one to root for too.
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