Father Time
gave instructions
on the burial
on the burial
of heroic myths
~~
the orphan
came dancing from the east,
blinded lame with fame—
the poor came crying
on harvest day
with nary a thing to say
~~
we came out west
through plains and desert winds—
lost in the sand
and searching still
for dried up bread
for dried up bread
~~
oracles, spells, and potions,
the high priest summons—
but how does that make a blessed day?
~~
the fox of foggy woods
gave good advice:
ignore the dancing house
and feasting fools;
instead of gold
just use the wooden tools.
Year:
2012
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