strangest_dream

The strangest dream

I was lying in the green pastures
where the cool waters go
taking in the sun
Watching my cup overflow

Sleep she came over me
Like a cool wind breath
And I woke this morning
in the valley of the shadow of death

Hurried people marching, marching, marching
and staring out ahead
speaking into electric boxes
frozen hair on their head

Pills they had to wake and sleep
pills they had for their coxes
bits of truth and falseness
in screaming electric boxes

Lines and Angles everywhere
marked their fields and lo
little people marching marching marching
all wondering where to go

One was named South, poor bastard
low and dirty - not so well
One was named North, in her own mind a beauty
high and mighty, queen of hell

Around and Across: those pesky brothers
Everyond knew were related
but they argued just precisely how
Till the priests made a symbol and the arguments abated

East and West were fighting still
Over whose land was in their range
With no one bothering to say
All points in between never change

I hope I wake from this jagged place
Where people scream at electric boxes
marching, marching, marching,
all with broken coxes

-Michael Harris