In the hall, high above the ceiling
the furnace heaters blew.
Blackhat fondled his white lashing hair,
his avalanched glacier diminished
in the artificial suns.
A leg quivered, river green and massive
like girders of seagold.
A roar grew in the wrestling room of daybreak.
Blackhat tittered with prideful delight.
Mine he moaned,
the melting water scurried down the appropriate
channels.
A now where once stood solid water
stood the reptile king,
Tyrannosaurus Rex, reborn and bopping.

From "The Warlock Of Love" by Marc Bolan.

 

 

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