Dumb Idol
Dear Monty,
A poem for Remembrance Sunday
Under the cold moon's light
The soil remains warm
The worm turns and twists
It casts off its scent
Of damp earth
I push tulip bulbs into the soil
With bare fingers
They will see a new spring
While my eyes dim
The moon once awesome and bright
Weighs down like lead
I plant a dumb idol
My tongue lights too many fires and the
Forests flame
Anger eats up life
It is a consumer
It feeds on judgement
And begets more
Until it gets fat
Ripe for death.
Paul
A poem for Remembrance Sunday
Under the cold moon's light
The soil remains warm
The worm turns and twists
It casts off its scent
Of damp earth
I push tulip bulbs into the soil
With bare fingers
They will see a new spring
While my eyes dim
The moon once awesome and bright
Weighs down like lead
I plant a dumb idol
My tongue lights too many fires and the
Forests flame
Anger eats up life
It is a consumer
It feeds on judgement
And begets more
Until it gets fat
Ripe for death.
Paul
Love your idol! Stone is IN !!!!!!
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