All In the Crowd Named Susan
If he spoke one word he'd die, what word could be so prized?
There is one that could be, though of a word that knew no lies
For if it did it would not be true for deep affection is not spread in such ways
So the word he thought he kept on thinking not with his mind but with his heart
With his care for words he knew there to be only time for one
so the axe waiting to come down upon his fair skin and rough neck
He gazed upon a crowd.
So he spoke a word worth his life
the word he spoke was this
so hear and go with sacrifice
the word he spoke was "LOVE"
Black eyed Susan share the sun with the crimson red of blood
One may wonder what of the cause?
For now what is done is done
Now here after the word was heard
Thoughts exchanged from brain to brain
Sharing what they thought they knew
A simple word set forth with enough power
To move infinite inspiration through the realm of time and space
And so with one word the word of "LOVE"
The many in the crowd had found
You can murder a man and take his will
But you can never kill the words he spoke
Water rushed down from the emptiness of the sky now filled with black clouds washing the yellow pedals from the stain of what intoxicated them. Now the scene a blank slate once again. All that was remembered was a word. Love.
Copyright © Nicholas Miller | Year Posted 2014
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