Faerie FleshA Poem by EJ Spurrell
Just something I'm playing with. I go over a wide range of subjects in this one, from marijuana to conspiracy theories.
Whilst I watched the frogs dance,
In a liquid pool we fell into trance.
I hear the sound of the meandering feet,
To bring the world for us to meet.
Through and through the tube it flows,
To go in green and come out smoke.
We severed and stitched, soiled and sowed,
We took the brunt of what was owed.
To heap the crystal and tap the ash,
To pack the bowl and roll the grass.
The gentle haze comes in clear,
No pain, no worries, no unfounded fear.
The world seeps through, tough and cold,
It brings our attention to things of old.
The Owl, he has a cross to bear,
To feast the flesh of Dull Care.
The eye and the eagle declare it is time,
To bring to fruition their thoughtless crime.
We sit and watch and hold no grudge,
As humanity is openly judged.
And so we wait the Horseman’s cry,
So that five billion shall die.
And through it my mind is fresh,
That we gave it all for Faerie Flesh.
© 2008 EJ Spurrell
Added on July 1, 2008
AboutEmmerson James Spurrell was born June, 1980 in the Fraser Valley region of British Columbia. At the age of twelve, he became inspired by such authors as Beverly Cleary, Roald Dahl, and Douglas Adams. .. more..
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