The Legoland Convention

Here is a poem that I wrote last semester (Holly, this is the one I told you about):


Blow the ram's horn,
Give us a shout!
Stomp on the devil
Get him out! Out! Out . . .

God's feet
were never this violent.
But stepping
firmly and gently on this earth,
He reached with a touch and a whisper where shouts could not.
the place called
Silence

Ahhh!! Silence?
The devil lives there!
The devil the devil- beware beware!
We'll sing and shout,
and stomp him out;
But the devil's lair,
we'll never go there.
For we cannot control,
nor overthrow
the realm
of Silence.

That's it, with a little revision.
Later.