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Rattlesnake---Part 1
Look, the smoke of yonder hilltop chimney!
A man has dug himself a home inside the hill
Where he spends tireless hours meditating,
Recharging his cells, sitting in the sunshine.
His hair has grown very long, bright silver,
And curls like jungle vines to frame his gaunt
Glare of madness unfolding into memories.
He hasn’t eaten in a few weeks, and at least
He has fetched water from a well of stones.
There is a sign posted at the foot of the hill:
Bring me a banana, and I will unveil secrets
'Look, the smoke of yonder
'Look, the smoke of yonder hilltop chimney!'
to the cold hungry lost traveler the chance of warmth food and rest
Unless
The dweller there is a hostile creature, with a samurai sword
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
Like your best poems, this
Like your best poems, this one is full of evocation to a very mysterious world.
Starward
Enter if ye dare
Thanks, your signature blue is always pleasant to see
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes