THE COSMIC BEAT
by Ben Cope

Step in time to the cosmic beat.
Miss a moment and lose a limb.
Arm the bears to the teeth
before the paranoia sets in.
After all, when the bombs drop
we'll still need a means of conveyance
and without bears
who will steal the honey?
Honey, follow the grasshopper children
into the sea of blades
dance to the widdershins music.
When the walls fell
we were waiting for you all along.