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In Berlin
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In Berlin, a ghost town in Central Nevada, lived a boy without any name.
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He had built a shack out of broken bottles, a recycled gold rush claim.
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And in the nights when the desert’s frigid, his grandmother’s ghost would visit,
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And they’d sup on scorpion tail cocktails, & silently hide from the spirits.
And there was a hill to the East of the ruins that his ghosty Granny had warned,
Don’t you ever go there, the pinyon pins round the mines is mysteriously burned,
But being a boy with an tween’s free will & the imaginings of a devil,
He was bored one Wednesday while out exploring, and he found himself on the hill.
Down into the mine-shaft climbed the child, no one was there to watch him,
And he lit a match in the ancient darkness, & wandered round with caution.
A humongous monster was deeply sleeping, as if for millions of years.
With the arms of a rat, & the wings of an eagle, & brobdingnagian ears.
But they weren’t alone, & poltergeist who haunted far & wide
Knocked some rocks on the supports, and a noisy collapse sealed off only the way outside.
The monster woke & it gasped for breath, a ten thousand pound canary,
And it grabbed the boy, burst through the earth, & they flew off in the fiery sky.
©2011 The Manna Tease
Here are some more photos from our trip to Berlin:
1 comment:
I love ghost towns and nevada.take me with you next time.
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