I would know

final slavery

If I had been

Born long ago

There’s certain things

That I would know

viscerally

I would’ve felt

It all along

That slavery

Is cruel and wrong

absolutely

Men and women

I’d surmise

Are equal in

Their maker’s eyes

naturally

I’d stand upon

The highest ground

And I would know

That Earth is round

certainly

And standing there

Beneath the sun

I’d know that all

Of life is one

easily

used by a poem

finalpoem

barely a seed

it starts deep

in your soul

it springs up

and blossoms

quite out

of control

it zigs

and it zags

shuffling into

some verse

and it bleeds

on your paper

for better

or worse

it may be

an epic

or just

home

sweet

home

whatever

you write

you’ve been

used by

a poem

 

(orig. post 12/16)

the crossing

on swing

a thousand years have passed again

and thus the comet nears

the priests prepare a virgin lass

and now the god appears

they play together in the sun

he looks into her heart

and finding what he’s looking for

he bids their ways to part

the comet circles ’round the sun

the god soon disappears

for men have been found worthy of

another thousand years