Tall Grass
Amongst the tall grass
everything is short
and everything is quiet amongst these walls of forts
nothing can be seen, amongst the waves of green
but yet the vermin move by
invisible trails I deem
And only in the tall grass
where time and space don't move fast
the blades of grass conceal mass
for demons that strike fear fast
and birds dare not land too quick
for creatures just like arsenic
are quick to make the grass twitch
and slowly move away
so perhaps don't choose the tall grass
only move on safe paths
and maybe if you move fast
you'll even get away
and here I wait in silence
alone, I am an island
and when you see the grass twitch
you know I've been that way

Poem by R Guildenstern  
