The noise is a termite
in the log house of security:
Each second, a new chip of wood
disappears in a graceless descent.
They talk too much,
these voices know no tact.
You would want to silence them.
(At times, sanity is a sin,
more so because you want
to live free of it.)
"Get out of this room,"
they say; they want it to themselves.
Termites are selfish creatures -
I know them well.
They multiply by the hundreds
to multiply by the hundreds
Until all the house is are termites.
A house of a house of termites
und ihre Kรถnigin ist ein Monster.
They live for her, live because of her.
You have to unearth them soon
or put them out in a blaze.
Yes, fire is better. They have to feel
the most as they will be gone.
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Not my best, but this works for now.
Sunday 23 June 2013
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