Raspberry Bulbs Given Over To History
A time when
Cruelty and violence
Had no name
They were one and the same
One of few
Means of expression
The first component
Of our language
The first step on the stairway
There is certainly
Something strange happening
And meanwhile we laugh
Astrology be the pins
Sticking through
Human being taxidermy
Deny beauty unending
Ignoring its rapture
We Instead are overcome
By the task at hand
Engulfed in the meaning
Of every day gleaning
There is no holding back
The sun from its beaming
Your eyes
Just looking at you
It's all true
