Tea Party
Bring them a cup of sea for lighted candles
Tell them taste and tell, and tell, and tell
The ancient salt, the bitterness it kindles
While creation groans at the brink of hell.
Anyone can condemn the sea you know
I have seen it gutting the land, have seen
Rocks becoming sand, and sand is no screen
For water. The land melts like meals of snow
O let us criticize the stars, moon and wind
Let us analyze and build nothing new again
We cannot replace what we have lost to sin
Let us excite our minds in seasons so vain.
Each fault should come with a fixer's plan
Each crowd should go home with wings
For joy, but the sea in their eyes stings
Children hope, the salt is in the vein of man.
Only a prayer can promote the peace sought
Diligently among the sad broken of the able
Wisdom as a dream in butterfly net is caught
The cup of sea sits still, a picture on the table
Of old Daedalus and our patience in dust
The mall is a symposium of the noise remaining
The tirade of the tyrant sea in tidal groaning
Tell and tell and tell splintering sprays of trust.
And this cup ties itself like leaf to old stumps
Of history, evoking things not properly told
Before. The serpent unswaddles all the slumps
That avarice us chasing pictures of fools' gold
O that I could banquet your hearts on faith
Better than promises, or Icarus wax dripping
Like sweat. The seas sore salt has no diluting
O let it go, the millennium is late, late, late.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2010
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