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.