May 7, 2013 by imustseeaman
Feet as small as dainty hands
On lovely branches never withered.
Up among the roots in which
Secrets hide in wait for more.
Along the disproportioned pieces
Proves a road most perilous.
Jarring stones and curvy pathways
Challenge us to take a tour.
Climbing up the collar bone
To reach the final destination.
Kiss a mouth that never closes.
Move up to a higher floor.
Eyes and nose and ears are fine
And don’t forget that pretty freckle.
Foreign beauty shuns perfection.
Overall, it’s something new.
Horus, Selhmet, and Ra
To bend the crowd into a tether
Tighter than the tightest tie;
To feel the rubble ripple under
Feet of those who never die;
To monger mayhem ‘mongst the masses
Making haste to start a war;
To gather gunpowder and gadgets
Gore them through the stormy shore
Of people pleading to have more
Than Evil Mighty King who swore
For 30 years to pave the floor
A smoothly textured even score
All the while pleading for
The crowd to cease its plucky roar:
“Be Silent, Be Still!”