Duck Pond [two versions]A Chapter by Raef C. BoylanThe Duck Pond Still air humming like dulled neon signs, the traffic faded like hysteria. World’s edge no longer awash with plastic bags; no crumbs in the grass. We rule it all now and accept no scraps from Man’s table. Look at them slink past, shooting wary glances in our direction. They would fill us with lead, children, but they dare not get close. Now fly on wings of death; watch them scatter. Let us taste. The Duck Pond II The pigeons mix with the mallards The swans huddle up with the geese I think the world has gone crazy But at least the duck pond’s at peace. We all feel a sickness fester None of us feel well No one’s taken away the bodies I’m worried they might go to Duck Hell. People make warding-off gestures Whenever they pass by They seem to be sneezing and shaking I sense that they’re going to die. The Beeps-Beeps are still and silent The Walk-Now man has gone dark There’s less people all the time And none cut through the park. The others are concerned about Who will bring the bread. Me, I’m anticipating When hysteria will bring lead.
© 2008 Raef C. BoylanAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 6, 2008 Last Updated on April 12, 2008 AuthorRaef C. BoylanCoventry, UK, United KingdomAboutHey there. RAEF C. BOYLAN Where Nothing is Sacred: Volume One www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/where-nothing-is-sacred-volume-i/1637740 I can also .. more..Writing
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