Mishandled Mahogany
Stop
Shedding and sowing
Begin bracing for burning
In land of melting
Pots
Was
The crews parallax
Of the trees
Which conceives
The lumberjack to
Saw?
Timber!
Reviled
But adored due to bark,
Chopped down and chastised a log mark
Famine yet fervid mouth of hell,
“Rollways”, or “skidways”, dread logs dwell
Bide for a springtime
Deliver
Evil
And wicked “the drive”, a lake of fire.
Falling hopeless unfettered into the mire
Enduring faith downstream releases the flames grip to
Live
Gateman
Of Hades are knee-deep sifting
Through each frazzled log
Backside to smoldering smog
Preempting the authentic mahogany
from the stamp’s
Name-tag
Reward
Lumber baron’s yield from products in greed
Prompted woodworkers confer
Shaping strong chairs, tables and desks in idolatry
collecting death’s exchange signed by the
Drawer
Ton
In years importing,
crafting and trading,
but flies find rotting
Will it
Not?
Timber!
No
Roots to nurture from all have been chopped and ripped away from, however dark flourishing, thriving and teeming grain holds
On
Stressed,
Muddled and tempted in remaining a chair than readily leafing through
ingredients of decayed stump
Desserts
God’s
Intended is resiliently cultured.
Surviving from the rays of Anguish
Sheltering in soil of adversity
Sustaining out of the hands of affliction from marking
Dogs
Now
Upholstered chairs and varnished furniture love not only your shape and strength but the land and roots you came from only then you will be
One
Copyright © Avian Hughes | Year Posted 2019
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