- remembering J.Edgar Hoover, the Herod of His Era
How humdrum the skylence,
birdless, the breeze
barely feathering the droopy eucalyptus....
Above the butched lawn's creep towards sunlight,
haze, with dull sky and dissolved clouds
barely breach the spotless windowpane....
Yet in the double boppy, the infants/twins do grow
and pull in air and circulate
the blood Herod would spill
(sort of can be sung to the xmas carol O L T of Bethlehem)