The Swan by Lauren Beziers

Deep down in the age of history,
Where knights play and dragons fester,
Calmly stands the frozen pond on which the eunuch swan sits
Playing it's ocarina.
Oh Boy ! and Jackie strewn banks,
Just Seventeen ripped to shreds on a hedge,
But the swan plays on.

Arn's World by Lauren Beziers

Arn's world is a spacial place
Made of horse chestnut puree and retirement do's
Where white linen and cheese straws compete near bowls of various fruits.

Arn's World is seen from the bottom up
Head against the clean wooden floor, with skirts and trousers a mainstay
The runny nose leaking on a sore upper lip while the eyes water.

Arn's World is taken away to a bright white coridoor
Where the ceiling glides by and faces peer in
Voices mutter and other peoples urgent business is conducted in earshot

Arn's world is closed down in stages
Like a bank of switches flipped off at the end of the day
Musn't grumble, cannot grumble, off switch down, click.