July 18, 2014
Shiny gold pen when an old
Shade-off light bulb
(it can be a candle)
Best Klieg-lights this crèche ,
Best showcases this birthplace.
On my knees
To lure verities, (surely, scour our trees)
To cure maladies,
Wrest fallacies from unsound foundations,
Whisper one less lonely
Wise, recognizable incantation.
Take this shiny gold pen…!
It’s nearby, go forth, go further.
I clear my path,
& Go over…
& I’ve Ivory!
Simba’s mammoth cemetery!
(they must go deep)
Precious sunned bones poised on as symbols
I take a sacred see of symmetry