Poems of Worship
All those poems without titles are
automatically called "?".
|? -- By Di Tisa|
|0203.18 -- By Dmi Vori|
silent morning hall --
She accosts us
quietly, with Her yellow-green banana,
"put 'em up."
we grin stupidly and do as She says.
a crazed smile, a quick "see ya later,"
and She walks up the stairs.