The Tongue
The tongue is long enough
To reach underground
And find dead bones;
The tongue is strong enough
To leash them around
And wind brimstones,
Though such a little member,
With unruly evils, noisome.
It kindles a great forest,
Which is set on fire of Hell;
The tongue is honed enough
With sins of all kinds
Too fierce to tame;
The tongue is prolonged enough
With ends of all tines
To pierce and mame.
Though such a little member,
A world with deadly poison.
It defiles the whole body
That the course of nature may fail.
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2006
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