Paper Shredder
to feel better we reduce
problems, turn them into calculations
contain them on paper, in books
as pages to be burned in fearful dark
hours where the thrum nurses cadence
under feet today the knock and pound
bloody fists strike wood in a rotten
beat that rises up from under
shifting ground that releases miasmal
music to cloud our path and survive
the appetite that fuels the tick-tock crocodile
Eric C. Harrison
12/01/05
