27 December 2011 - the horror crawls

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Ask Not For Whom the Thunder Rolls

The horror crawls in toddlers’ scrawls
And oozes through the pores of lovers;
The dark rot bleeds through desperate needs
That Alzheimers undiscovers.
Roll, thunder, roll, boom like the heartstrings failing,
And mumble, mortals, mumble, quailing, quailing, quailing.


Reply to and parody of the start of Tennyson’s poem “The Splendor Falls,” a masterpiece of controlled sound but rather sluggish at making its point.

The Splendor Falls by Lord Alfred Tennyson

give me a clue so sweet and true

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