The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Mar 24, 2005
Bottle
there stands a man alone on a hill
there stands a man
with a hole in his chest
his eyes are hollow and he is ill
he'll see the sun rise in the west
love swirls in a bottle
love is a flower some will say
against a dark deep blue sky
he strikes a pose of religious kind
perhaps he is trying to fly
out into space, out of his mind
love swirls in a bottle of drink
love is a sweet bottle of drink
love is a waste, some will think
love is a flower, some will think
some can drink
sun at his north and happiness south
poppies growing around his feet
screaming empty words
from his mouth
grasping at his love bottle,
sweet.
