Telemachus Two
(Being Part Two of Telemachus)
But they trade mindfulness
for profit,
secret with laws dipped
and festered -----
great feasts -----
with few of seat
and dark their company
in beastly caves;
always belly to the ravished earth!
Not a morsel they lack....
though they steal from pauper''s
rickety table;
taxing them, whilst they slither,
belly to the earth;
their great wagons full to the brim
For lack of want the extra-mile
grows longer, still ----
with each new appetite;
What makes the full hunger so?
'tis better the less a man needs;
his home, his wife ----
his life,
if that were not enough ----
then from death....
he builds his ministry
and his black chapel sits midst
tombs of forgotten love
How wan the dying rose!
Once pristine thy petals where
the rains of the world quenched
thy thirst, and the earth ----
had sustained fellowship
in thy welcoming;
Yet ye have broken the clasp.....
Into the fold ere the last breath
and limp the stroll in Lonely Wood;
to waltz the Sable ruins
and the forsaken path,
How unknown.....
yet ye believe with life thy death!
Though all is forgotten when life
is a kiss most splendid;
each morn kept more than the rest,
more sweet and lush and tended;
She is too bright for grim intentions....
Where the waterfalls leap to love
and splash upon eternal rocks;
and always their pure pools pristine
with hope, with hues rainbow,
the true spirit of The Isle!
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2017
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