I, As a Child
I, as a child, loved fairy tales
But did not believe them still
And playing at the Great Wall
Heard a giant sleeping
Felt the earth quaking
But not one stone would fall
China hunts where the eagle thrills
The sky, and as evening pales
I watch the giant with a nervous eye
And long for morning
For I must know if the eagle can fly
The clouds gallivanting.
On my belly lying in the grass
I wait for the hunter to go
Puzzled at the silent rifle's glint
While the hunter patiently fed
Little fawns and birds his bred
Broken wings bound with floss
From India, a double mask of woe
What will the doctors do with splint
Hunters and giants I cannot trust
Fragile things at innocense play
The deep gold is only rust
Power corrupts ... patience is delay.
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