Our car rolled down the Helsinki streets, temporary tags on the windows. It's almost over.
Beholden
Like pilgrims plying priests with bits
of tacky paper, we offer
documents, praying they're enough.
Ker-thunk, ker-thunk. The decision
is stamped on each official form.
What thinks the beast on meeting man?
What hope hasheman before the machine?
[EDIT 11:55pm 24 March 2006]
posted by Lee @ 21:48
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1 Comments:
I did not want the "he" in the last line to mean the beast of the previous line, so I repeat "man" instead.
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