Still Born Things
God has a very special place for stillborn things;
The little things t hat were- but could not be:
The little song no singer ever sings,
Neurons And Melody
Trash the brain-
and mind and soul are forever gone!
For thought must have
it's neuroned path to trod.
The Balkan Queen in '84,
Decked out in splendor and galore,
With Olympian fever running high,
White Christmas M ountains towering nigh.