ELFSKY, A surreal poem by: Ben Dunk. April 1978.

I see the little Elfsky

flying in the night sky

controlling his inner sly

and, seeing pall in his mind’s eye

Oh the beauty of all

the soft white and brown clouds

their changing patterns he saw

and, offered only death’s shrouds

There are rivers of blood

mountains of human gores

piles of useless guns and food

and, a war to end all wars

A war which no one won

World history will show’

thus scribbles son’s healed son

and, the little Elfsky laughs low.