where the wild things are_chere, you will not find
gold-encrusted fairies or
silver-coated unicorns hiding
between the towering oaks.
this is not a place you
will think of as fondly as
the patterns of falling rain
against the window's glass.
there are runs in your stockings,
here. there are little girls
smoking cigarettes and turning
their thumbs to sin.
here, you will stand under
a broken umbrella while your
mascara falls black against
porcelain cheeks, giving you the
illusion that you're crying
here, each blade of grass
has long since turned to ash
like the future generations
of our community.
here is not a place you want
to be, as horrifying as
the big green monster
waiting in children's closets.
when you cry for help
no one hears the noise, and
nothing is real. there are
killers in your own home,
behind furniture, under
every table and dresser.
this is a place where earth
crumbles under the soles of your
shoes and tree roots are left
clutching empty air.
here, there's no left and right
Wild Things Mythic RemixA Mythic Retelling of Where the Wild Things Are
with references to Ishmael, Genesis, and various Haida myths
Hereabouts was all barren land, they say.
They were roaming all around, the couple was,
looking for water that they could drink.
After a time, toward the east, there was a river flowing.
They planted a garden there, they say.
Out of the ground they made to grow every tree
and every plant that the birds or insects could have for food.
Now leaves and wings waved in the wind and caught the sun,
no longer dust from the bare ground.
Every living creature came and thrived there, they say.
Then, they had a child.
His name was Max.
He liked to play in the garden.
When his parents were working there,
they showed him where he could go
and what he could do
while they were gone away.
When he played there on his own,
a snack would be waiting for him
if he wanted to eat.
They made it just for him.
One day, when he was playing with some seeds he had fo
Where The Wild Things AreWhere the wild things are
Trees and flowers cover the land
The sand flies with the wind
And the roots may reach below
So when sun sets in evening
Beautiful colours are seen in the sky
Yellow, orange and red
Mix with other to create warmth
And when it goes down completely
You can see the sky shine in the dark
Even in the cold you can see the beauty
Just gaze at the glittering stars above
When dawn breaks again
Hear the sound of whispers
Some singing, whistling and calling
Love reaches my ears
This is what it's like back then
This is what it was all about
This is before coal production
And this is before we stole their land
So tell me now where the wild things are
Yes tell me where they have gone
Tell me why I can never see them
Help me to understand
Show me that once bright sky
Why is it dark and grey now?
Show me those tall big trees
Why have they been killed by us?
What have they done to deserve this?
Even I don't comprehend
I can't even hear a single whisper
Tell me if this is what t
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