Philistian Missive
They shared their wine in grief to hear
The homage of the day
One giant dead, all others cast in fear
Their mischief moon gray
Spun and weave each spite with venom
For I the acme, and the languished sum.
What glitter there are splinters that lure
Earth's eyes to see a star
And toxic fumes that broiled wraths pour
To deepen love's jagged scar
I fled them all in distate and gloom, bored
With regret, the chaff meanders unadored.
O look ye, the white sail that steeds the sky
Quest the blue doldrums: stills,
For golden fleece of gentle love to brim the eye
And merged surrendered wills.
Had I wanted less the Philistines should cease
And choosing none the saber whittles its peace
But I cannot wear what Achan stole, or keep
The splinters glisten for light
Those alone who fables sow must only reap
The barren clouds of night
The wine that shallow camaradrie makes, I spit
Unbowed, strong, my voyage too stocked to quit.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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