There it is again
The lilting song
Of the music box
- there's the
Ever-present crackle
Of static just beneath
The plinking of
Music, can you hear it?
Ah! A child begins
To read out
The list
Of numbers that
Not even she
Knows their meaning.
Eins. Acht. Drei. Fier.
Listen, dutifully, does
She read the numbers
That may mean
Something far more
Sinister- the music
Box plays again.
Then silence.
YOU ARE READING
Pushin' Up Daisies
PoetryA collection of pêle-mêle poetry that have been compiled from various emotional states and thoughts. It may be depressing, odd, horrifying, whimsical or joyful but it is all up to the reader to determine whether it is worth reading. Unlike it's cou...
