The Testimony of Lowell SwiftWhile on my way from work one dayWith roses for my love,A paper blade with a pearl of jadeCame falling from above.Zooming down upon my crown,It darn near shook my brain!But I massaged my head and said,"A gift for my dear Madelaine!"On closer inspection, I found imperfection:The tiny jade pearl was a fake.And only to follow, the whole thing was hollow!Then the knife began to quake!And out from inside crawled a tiny prideOf miniscule little menNo bigger than ants, they stepped out to pranceAcross the table in the den.Overcome by the sight, I felt alight!I brought them some Earth-food, an offer of friendship.They were quite touched, and they loved it so muchThat their curiosity soon turned to worship.Six o'clock - a key in the lockMadelaine walked through the door.She told me that evening that she was leavingFor one that she loved more.The little people hopped then before I could stop them Through the portal in the knifeAnd with a start, drove it th
FluxHis eye is a yellow egg with a yolkBlack and perfectly centered. It does notDart about as most eyes do, butStares sideways, straight off theSide of his head. TheWaves rise andBreak over hisFeet.Swish, swish.He does notSee, he does notSeek, butStands,Silhouette of a statue withEyes like glass, and thus,Doomed to be smashed. SuddenlyA scream ofLaughter, a flit of theEye, a flurry ofFeathers, andFlight! AJubilant child on the beach,And wild-eyed pelican in the sky.