Cleaving
You stripped the jungles of the world
You blew the hunting horn
You chased the beasts out of the field
You pricked the bloody thorn
You drove the leper from the streets
You martyred men of war
You stood on mountains made of steel
Molten, to the core
With words of want you praised your gods
As children took up arms
You cleaved the tumor from the wound
– The cancer wasn’t gone
You hid the truth within yourself
You never could believe
You were the blight that wrecked the cell
Yourself it was
You sought to cleave –
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2024
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