And so we listen...

I hear you search in vain,
No stain, just a sign of Cain.
Film it, print it, close it in a box,
Licking, sticking, like a 20th Century Fox.

Staring, cutting, thoughts of a She so shy,
Feeling, flying, above the blue grass...sky.
I hear they left, searching behind,
I hear the colours bleaching blind.

I hear the second stops a clock,
When she reads a book in shock.
But bugs don't bugger off;
No matter...