"Where do we put our stuff
when we're in battle,..."
More Perihelion:
Bob Sward's Writer's Friendship Series
As Disguise
“Unaccustomed as we are to public…”
we'll just hide behind hedgerows
being careful no part of us shows,
(what part is that, my lord?)
We can make ourselves
less significant, pull in,
blend in ways unexpected and
our presence will go
unobserved.
What? Instead of hiding -
now we must go into battle?
We can't do that, we're
listeners of drum's rattle,
we don't like battle's
noisy bruises, blood shattered –
have we been trained for this?
Where do we put our stuff
when we're in battle,
books, clothes, shouldn't
I be dressed for battle?
I am naked.
_______________________________________________________________ The Seeker
Son,
do you know what this is?
I dunno.
Well, it's a pit
How could anything
be so perfect
as a plum pit?
Or any seed?
Think about pomegranates
and garnets, and grains of sand,
and numbers.
Think about the unchanging numbers
that make up this universe,
such as the mass of a proton,
the charge of an electron,
or the strength of gravity.
If there were the tiniest deviation
in the balance of these
unchanging numbers,
then atoms would not hold together,
stars would not burn,
life would never have appeared.
No seeds
no stars
no you.
So, what do you think about that?
I dunno.
Can I go now?
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