Trees and men

[The second]

trees and men

simple life for them
sun and darkness
roots painted in oil
prayers from the sleeping
pigs finding no truffles
only serpents seeking
wine held within
young and bold
placed inside a new skin
supped a cup of mud
dipped yon brow corrupt
carpet of millenia laid
never labor to rest
the swords of all creatures
always known to rust
we our rome again
laughing at metaphors
fragrence of dryer cloth
a judas swings just and silent
trusted in ancient word
you young and beautiful
reading outloud, twisted verse
into the devils mouth
purple, white and gold
blue. Green,red and yellow
the colors of risen people
here you thrive in america
wise resting upon a yoke
lids of my eyes enslaved
history can teach you
lands taken with ink
but only one can take you
after crossing over
the last side, the brink

rds
the second