Morlocks
MORLOCKS
Streets are swept clean, unseen
Order is preserved, unobserved
Of trash they will dispose, we suppose
Our daylight life
Is unspoiled by
Darker parts of our existence.
Night-time is for the Morlocks
Who disappear when the sun comes up.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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