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Cradle Song

 

Our outer flank was exposed.

From the north, where titans grow and

fire crackles endlessly, screams heard repeatedly!

We’d been warned of a coming storm but

how little we knew of ominous tones…

The provisions devoured in hours! And a little boy

made to watch his mother burn alive.

Have you been to the outer rim where grass gathers?

he’d mutter into the cellar air.

Have you been to the outer rim where grass gathers?

That was the night I forced Matt to borrow a monster movie.

That was the night the snake beneath the bed quit trying.

That was the night her face finally faded and something new came in.

Have you been to the outer rim where grass gathers?

Have you felt the ground gather beneath you?

Repeatedly!




Tim Greenup