#995 - to be with the Groke

 

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to be with the Groke

more to be pitied than blamed

 

under nose of Groke

by toothshine

the frozen ground beneath

 

because once Sniff made a potion

grew from an ant

 

it’s with faraway bitter

no shadow casts

 

when unexpected

 

you could be eaten by

and for the common good

 

hypnotic, lost

like the beautiful Face of the Cold

 

no one’s ever seen the Groke’s tail

just a hat would send her

 

away into the Lonely Mountains

but nobody knows where she goes

 

and, once, you know, the Groke put out a fire

that was well

 

to be with her is

to practise such a face in the mirror

kind you’d leave behind

 

by toothshine

ground frozen underneath