Thirty Shekel Pieces
Sealed truth got killed
on a silver moon,
Arctic polar bear night
A belly full of blubber lies
got spilled
on the scarlet frozen ice
And no grief amount
of Inuit insomnia igloo intuition
seemed to caribou care
Because every tundra fable,
any angel snow-face Eskimo child bedtime knows,
is zero 4K Grimm mythical
Kris Kringle Krispy Kreme sleigh run
Lunar lip donut hole
in the land of the fading Midnight Sun
A permafrost glow permanent eclipse
is lying ever so celestial still,
elk fetal prone on the dead air horizon
Peaceful, sheep sleep deprivation increases
Hunter moon Arctic wolves
bloody maw want their thirty shekel pieces
Seven cub revealed truth seals
got Father Time safely hid in the towering
shadow of the Himalayan hills
Woe to the evil beast of mind which kills!
Woe to lovers of the gnashing heart thrill!
Woe to the eye-opening of the closed seals!
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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