12

"We talk," they say, "and the world revolves;
"And if we spin it the opposite way..."—Why—
There's your revolution!

Seven times seven I stood in fire;
Three more sevens completes the year:
Twenty one days I spent in contemplation.

I need not sing for vengeance here:
Their severed lips and twisted tongues
Exalt themselves in a maze of mirrors!


© Dan Goorevitch, 1998