Thursday 26 November 2009

#93 - The Bible Distilled

Once upon a time,
Death walked abroad

across the marshlands
and swamps, down tan beaches
and along the bottom of the empty ocean,

bored as buggery -
thud-headed with it, in fact -

all the while,
unaware of a perfect egg
who rode him pick-a-back.

One day, Death slipped.
The egg went


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