O’ King
Thu, 15 Oct 2009 at 09:20pm
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Ants we birth, ants we work,
Together modest -
Caught and weak.
But you forget, we do not rest.
And when you do,
We plan, we creep.
We build your church ,
Then kneel by pews.
Elbow deep in mud we crawl
This is how we’ve lived for you -
Through rusted bars
Your lease - Our throe.
But you do sleep
And all the while
From blazoned stars; We paint our eve -
Your cold sky stippled with our smile.
Then, is framed -
Your throe, our dream -
Beneath plane earth
Your sodden gold
No labour at the cost of hell
So in with new! And out with old
We reap but pain
O’ King, sleep well.
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