. for public domain
Adopted ways, to thrive in paschal, wooded glens,
and manners, to honor pristine water,
pass through our generations to their end,
pass away like a long forgotten friend.
Calloused hands, now unsoiled from soil and seed,
washed clean and softened, no longer find need
to raise a chalice in celebration.
Bread and wine no longer feed a nation.
New ways, new manners, distilled from sullied seas,
new grains of seed, born from modified abductees,
prepare to send new life to outer space.
God go with them, and with them, Heaven's Grace.
Copyright © William Coyne | Year Posted 2018
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