Copyright 1999 - 2002 Bob Persons

The Piper

When the piper pipes,
the drummer stops drumming
and the wheels stop rolling.
The wellsprings stop flowing,
the sparks are quenched,
springs relaxed,
rods go limp.
The endless machine ceases
its grating rhythm.
For, listen - the sweet liquid
piping of Death.


- Lone Coyote Calls


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