Once upon a time, a giver of tools
Reigned the skies, smiling, as It lessoned Man.
Man praised the Tool Giver, teachered by schools
Of Imaginations, altruist–spanned.

Now upon a time, care giving comes thonged
With price, because, there’s so much vice rampaging
Through our minds. Indecision; Now begun;
Reticulation – eviscerating

Studies of everyOne. No one’s watching,
No one’s daring, no one’s caring, seems
To me, the world’s undone. Seems ha(o)llowed crotch,
Again, has won… I’m so weary, with dreams

Gone blurry, maybe ‘sight’ is the tool we
Need. Screams don’t matter, God is naught, dying,

While the Tool Giver matches His fee…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/29/06