S. K. Kelen wrote:
>
> Down Time
>
> Who steers the thunderbolt?
> Events conspire: there's the one
> Growling like a tigress, calls you 'mate'.
> Choose life. Love's duty will not wait.
> Answer with your being and art,
> Learn how to care. Late at night
> Armpits that are carburettors
> Heat the air, and heart
> Programmed to ache, stay young
> Until the beautiful one says
> Ulla ulla ulla and I am
> The most comfortable chair.
> A sunbeam enters the palace.
>
> S. K. KELEN
>
> --
Extremely nice, both straightforward and subtle, economical. I'm
curious: ulla ulla ulla is the sound made by the dying Martians or their
machines in H. G. Wells's War of the Worlds. Any other locus classicus
for this?
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