white sheet floating four corners draped
loaded with meat fat and brain foods you cook
your chefs crying eat me oh you won't escape
God is my witness I believe you forsook
in my wildest dream where you're slaughtering a goat
I read you some chapters of my favorite books
stories about demons flung down in dung
gummed up with blue blood thicker than crooks
you say we're smart as a whip and it shows
a crack for humility your pride really shook
so you slit our throat we bleed like the lamb
who kisses off death else wants us and look!
in silver and light with all that remain
tending his lambs in my favorite books
succored not suckered else loves I am
a cross a dry sea blowing blue bells by brooks..
©2011 g.o. | To Bob F. and Vanessa C.
