Rule of Gelid Eels…

*

‘You need hands

to hold a little baby…’

*

‘A face to express

how much you care…’

*

‘Space to cross

and reach out to others…’

*

Deep in the bowels of the Dream Factory,

there was a sound of grinding

like unfound gears,

then a metallic clunk, and eventually,

after a long, slow, wheezing descent… silence.

*

Big Bee crawled from his bunker,

rested a shock of blonde hair on the kerb-stone,

and opened his mouth to gulp in fresh air…

*

A slither of green mucus fell into the gutter.

 

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