Words for Winston

who will it crush,
will it return to dust today,
this spinning earth

merciless and infinitely kind,
life as well as death, upon its mind,
upon ours, upon mine

paprika, black pepper
to sprinkle over eggs
light enough and fine enough
to blow about

day after all have passed away
who will pick in clothes
in the wind off the line


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2006
8:36 p.m. 26/nov/06