Sunday, April 08, 2007

At the round earth's imagined corners

At the round earth's imagined corners,
blow your trumpets, angels
and arise from death
you numberless infinities of souls
and to your scattered bodies go!

Happy Religious Holiday of your choice

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

Remember, it's all in your mind.