Once upon a time there was a
He was walking
He met the full burning
Rolling slowly twoards
Crushing the stones and houses by the wayside.
She shut his eyes from the glare.
He drew his
And stabbed and stabbed and stabbed.
The cry that quit the moon's
Circled the earth.
The moon shrank, like a punctured airship,
Shrank, shrank, smaller, smaller,
Till it was
But a silk handkerchief, torn,
And wet as tears.
The person picked it up.
He walked
Into moonless
Carrying his strange trophy.
