I AM IGNORANT

Horses trample
Sons of the past
Male child unborn
Seer, a savior
King of a realm
Away men swings swords
Delivering to heaven
All sent to hell
Wide eyed stallion and mare
Broken language
Parishioners rolled over
Temples stark naked
Highness disrobed
Yet containing the eyes of faith
Breath of a dragon
Gender beauty and strength
Stable bread supposed
The wisdom of lesson
Mixed with maelstrom
Pulse of knowledge
We parish anyway
Sweet
Sour
Bitter
Salty
Savory
Rains of the seasons
Bring what we sense
I will come to except you
And promise nothing
Hand burned same as the whole
Smile you virgin
Individual taste
You will post indignant
Primarily of ignorance
Or you will say nothing at all
Except, “I AM IGNORANT”
And that you should say
I AM IGNORANT


RDS
THE SECOND