Weep warchild weep
Weep and gnash your cutting teeth
At last you're on your own
Hunker down in your swaddling clothes
Now make not a sound or peep
No one is listening anyways as monsters grown
Stalk the ground
In the closet between the shadows under your bed
The dismembered hand will creep
Anonymous remains all who guards the tombs of the unknown
Soldier sleep
Author notes
I get on the net too infrequently.
Written November 13th, 2001
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