(Day 1: A lifeless space.
Bare walls,
Dirty floors,
Ugly ceilings,
Plain doors.
Day 2: A made-up room.
A dab of paint,
A sweep of the broom,
Restorations, restorations,
By pounding booms.
Day 3: All set up!
Pose a chair.
Stand a table.
Hang the blinds.
Now, we're able!
Day 4: Enlistment day.
Knock and enter.
Read and scratch.
Converse and listen.
We have a batch!
Day 5: Off to a mission.
To your left.
To your rights.
Forward, march!
Day and night!
Day 6: Showers in May.
The cold wind blows.
The black clouds hover.
My, when will this storm
Be finally over?
Day 7: A vision.
Flags a-waving.
Voices thunder.
Will it cross the line?
Hah! That I wonder!)
The inevitable dat comes:
It's the 7th day of the week.
Au revior! Au revoir!
Non merci a vous --
Vous tres mauvais
Et bon pour rien 419 Suite!
(31 May 1997)