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| Klaus ten Eicken |
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| The Final Assembly | ||||
| Aluminum lullabies shrieking; sneaking into the memories of the instant sauce covered robes of my sparkling mother, happy as the moon was green. In our living room a pregnant prince on weekend nights watched soaps from his throne; dissolving when my worried voice bounced off his stainless armour. And then one day in early May behind the garden wall in our garden I did play red-cheeked and three feet tall. A loving bird up in my tree sang proudly of his love. He looked so strong and fancy-free against the sky above. The melody, that stroked my ear and through my senses rode, it wiped my mind so crystal clear, I feared it might explode. Then in the early days of youth, though I was very small, I sensed I knew IŽd heard the truth and wished to know about it all. They put me on a yellow bus that carried me away. The building looke like Alcatraz and there they made stay. They fed me feathers, tails, heads, beaks, and clawy and Darwin, archeopteryx, and Devon, a- minor, rhythm, valves, refrain Oxymoron, refrain, refrain, refrain muscles, structure, harm ony, cloaca, demisemi quavers till song like bird became a w - o- r- d. we never sang we did not fly time just passed by And when the holes of time collapsed and blood turned into gold, I was wrapped up in purple straps and labelled. "To Be Sold". I am complete. Juts add water and stir. |
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