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Ode a Une Femme Sauvage
Ode à Une Femme Sauvage
The sun drank the water
From the leaves below the flower
While the moon tore the flesh
From the roots that made that day
But living past the dream
From the slit of eyes did gleam
The bloom called the barren queen
Now her prize did give away
In the stall of pig and mire
In the nightmare of desire
The pagan films the fire
Of the bloom behind the scream
For trinkets, lights fall flashing
She lets the cameras eye start catching
The flight of youth that’s passing
while her petals fade to gray
Now naked and forsaken
For the prize her soul was taken
Upon the bed her earth is quaking
But forever is the stage
For the flower loves the money
and the moon, her milk and honey
Both unfulfilled lost and hungry
The web catches those who play
While living in the shadow
Of the thing we call tomorrow
Break the bone to taste its marrow
And set the stone upon the grave
For the lid of the coffin
Is the thing they find most often
Tears of rain falls to soften
The earthen sheets in which they lay
Say nights nightingale so hollow
Fly her youth unto the morrow
Just a flower on time but borrowed
Is the maiden made a slave
But cast not your eye in judgment
Those stones be they so isoquant
The caster as much the recipient
For is it not everything she gave
Copyright ©
William Blair
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