This entry is part 13 of 22 in the series Une Semaine de Bonté


Page 13 from Max Ernst’s Une Semaine de Bonté

Lion of empire every sun
must remind you of the veldt
the burning eyes of rivals
the bleats of prey but now
when you hear rain that’s
a crowd stampeding to escape
and when you hear thunder
that’s the big guns going off
and when you hear drip
drip drip drip that’s peace.

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