FORLORNED

In the fields the little lamb’s roar

Above their heads blind eagle’s soar

From the ground dead daisies grow

Seasons change fast then slow

An echo bellows down a hallow hall

Its power’s voice in lustrous call

Stoke the fire of productive kilns

Slay all pleasures by virtuous scorn

And the cardboard people just looked forlorn

Across the quivering lane a casket lay

 Inside a wailing baby made to stay

 Perched atop, its sightless mother with rotting breasts

While jackals in suits and ties utter words of jest

Beyond the dying eye lay the weeping dove

With broken wings by powers shove

In the darkness of the world’s gloom

An epitaph is scratched upon a tomb

            He saw the flash before he went blind        

The reasoning for it he could not define

His bones they fried and turned to dust

To be quickly scattered by that mighty gust

It happened so quickly, no time to warn

And the cardboard people just looked forlorn