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| Twirl Into The Sun |
I climbed up the staircase That twirls into the sun And I took a step backward To where the world had first begun The scissors and the razor blades That cut down boxes Were used to skin the rabbits The hairs and the foxes With a gun at one hand And a dog at the other We've come to kill the geese And bring them home to mother Where she'll cut off its head And rip out it's intestines And fry it in a pan And ask all sorts of questions Where did you go? What did you see? Why did you leave Without first telling me? We went to the pool of Hesh-von Trodden We dove down deep And swam to the bottom. That's where we found the staircase That twirls into the sun And took a step backward To where this poem had first begun |