Hemp Lights Glasshouse

All around the glasshouse grew hemp in fields And when the plants began to ripen and flare The beguiling grass-seeds caught in air Flew through the windows of the glasshouse Into the teapot boiling on the stove Into the teacup mother was to served Her cluck and company ready for tea Waited eagerly for the brew much loved Hot and steaming, in they dove Tastes delightful, delicious, superb! Tea and tea-loaf prepared of same Strengthened richness as hemp in came Mother proclaimed her pipes kept clean By the brew she made of all who were keen Into the throat, down the tubes Into the airways, brain waves, light waves! There stood a lighthouse of clear thoughts No stone be thrown that could not save retort A glasshouse be a theatre of personas willed Light entered, willed, darkness creeps recoiled. Was it that hemp caused the enlightening so feared? Or did it cause the illness of mind also jeered? Was it the lighthouse that shone too bring? Save the sailorettes in the night? What could it be, terrified, hemp is to be burned at stork?