Underfoot
by Tim Reed
let him rest
let him lie
let him sleep
till he die
'neath grass
'neath foot
'neath flower
'neath root
Cyclops
Smaug
Atlas
Og
Demise.
little mice
little mice
fie!
fie!
gnawing
prancing
tickling
say
"come play, come play"
they shout all day
vermin!
vermin!
pretty little feet
nasty weasel eye
spry as spring
bitter as a lie
let him sleep
let him lie
let him rest
'till he die
let him snore
lest he roar
and may time
spin his cord
spin, dole, and cut
spin, dole, and cut
when he last draws his breath
and descends to his death
the mice all mourn
and I them scorn
picador!
picador!
let me live
let me walk
free from mice
free from talk
free from ropes
free from chains
free from guilt
free from blames
let him rest
let him lie
let him sleep
till he die
let him stay
far from eyes
let him rot
ne'er to rise!
*Picador - a bullfighter on horseback who pricks the bull with a lance to goad it
