The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Oct 27, 2004
Columbus
Drift lightly,
paper boat marked of length.
Follow dirty rains
for a chance to spread
wry grins across arid landscapes
and reflect within blue-grey eyes.
Happenstance,
a dirty word in strange-lands
where fingers tighten
against alien shores.
Dark maize grains roughening,
scarring gums and grim mouths.