Harvested From Unsavoury Pulpits
Only a man.
That's all he was. And yet,
Inside his head there was a place
For all that he would be
All that he would dream
Throughout all solid ages
Between now and yesterday
Only a hake.
That's all she wanted. Sadly,
There was no hake that wanted her -
For all that she would cry
All that she would scream
Throughout the lonely evenings
Between Sodom and Gomorrah
Only a gem.
That's all it was. That is,
A moon-sized diamond, they inferred
For all that it would gleam
Throughout the broken twilight
Between isolated clusters
Only a rose.
That's all he plucked. And bled,
As the thorns pierced his hand and his soul
For all that a dozen could mean
Through outer space, and inner
Between his one hand clapping
Contributors: | fester, Beefy, chaise, Apsley, loaf, Kansas Sam, Grayman, Irene. |
Poem finished: | 22nd February 2004 by Apsley. |