The Loving of the Seventh Son

May 29th, 2018

Sold like the 6th son I was

Sold while heaven was in bed with the 7th one

Was it done

Or were the wild nights just cut right by some sister’s young

That’s where it’s buried

Some look to the lone prairie but truly it’s left alone with the Holy Mary

Still she can dance

Just now not partnered with this martyred prince

Just now not chartered towards some coastal trance

Just now… It’s not just

Not just a change

Not just a cold vein

More like a simple saying expressed then left roomy and barren

Trees do this

Past Spring they bloom and consume

Only to drop their loved pieces into some urban broom

Sweeping up the green that brought that peaceful scene

Autumn can be felt early this May