Turn the Sod To Find a Hand In Your Hand

Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand Lord of your dreams come to haunt your reason Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land One mistake too many mounting offhand Scars experiences of every person Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand If only you could have known before hand What destiny marked out as your poison Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land You wouldn’t hasten to offer your hand Extremes make for a right lethal portion Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand No sacrifice should be your last command Come bodies: go in sundered unison Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land If you interfere with Nature’s grand plan Then gladly pay the price of treason Turn the sod to find a hand in your hand Rot Rot O Heart soiled through the muddied land © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2005-2012. From the collection: Poems Omega Plus, 2005-2012