A-MINOTAUR'S-MAZE-
IT-IS
You are leaves of grass
on which he comes to graze,
and girl you are lost
as in a bullman's maze.
He eats your body with his eyes,
drinks-your-dove-coos-and-your-sighs.
THE-HUGE-STEAM-ENGINE
We are just cogs
in a huge-machine
that is surely running
quick out of steam.
Going round in circles,
getting nowhere.
Spluttering to a halt,
poisoning the air.
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