Let There Be PoetsA Poem by Samuel I Moth
And God said 'Let there be poets, and there came wild buzzards from North,
fowl toes clutching mats and megaphones, philosophy of hawk, crow, zen, heaving white bomblets as pigeons do in the park, chanting 'hark! hark! The day was dark, now we are the light of the world.' Final reports claimed two by two, in feathered 'V' formation. And God said 'I will send my son' So he came the next day, was expeditiously slain and Buzzards made kindling of that cross, shook fists skyward and said, 'Go on, send another one. We'll have some fun.' Then God said 'Let there be light' and there came poets, despite the fig, in spite of the flood, and not so two-by-two. © 2017 Samuel I MothReviews
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