POEM: "This Wheel"

This Wheel


These dinosaur rivers
the wheels of chariots
the so-called joy of angels
leaving on a marvellous spree
hammerhead & inside loop
(the details aren't important)
if my memory serves me well

the devils hide in the crannies

where the angels get short sticks

meanwhile by the riverside I sit

arms-length & long spoons divided
supping with a band of demons
looks like the wind is picking up

dark clouds now are sailing past

the spokes have turned inward
don’t know how long this will last.


© 2014 Rob Schackne