June 8, 2007


We are the natterers,
We are the masters of arts polyglot;
The patterners,
Marks on the paths that you plot;
The batterers,
Iron-headed rams that you fear;
The chatterers,
Sons of the sins that you bear;
The flatterers,
Down on our knees to the tall;
The smatterers,
Dangerous knowledge and small;
The shatterers,
Haters of forces above;
But, most, we are the clatterers,
We are the hooves of the horses we love.

Published in Metverse Muse (India), Spring 2007