Amidst windswept valentines a lion roared,
down below decks all slept except Joseph,
from the wide night sky aeroplanes are seen to fly,
all the world falls silent as winking lights go by,
to the song in an air of soft wind,
light died from exposure to the sky,
for the peace desired by all hated men,
a lion ceased the wake of its life
and now we find that its upside out.
Richard Allen Beevor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upside-out/
