Poetry Book 2

185. The Rock Man And The Knife Man

Sleeping on a rock a man without a care
Saw there was another man standing there
The man held a gleam
But the rock man thought it a dream
With the pot still boiling high
The rock man starting to cry
The boiling fire coming in close
The poor rock man turning to roast
The knife man with a jug of gas
Went up to eat the man at last
And the rocks were body bags