Anxious crowds await my sounds
Marked silence, pindrop resounds
Chopping up an ounce goblin green in an abandoned house off Lakelands Green
Needful like a cat getting comfy, eager need for that evil needle’s tweedle dum easy
Mode numb me to what must be done, in the eversun gardens with the ravishing
Artists whose canvas is a naive heart, I crown the queen of harpies
An age of anarchy is set down in the nail-gouged book of days
Only a page remains with which to say every pain my heart contains
Failing to convey I fail to assuage, delaying the day delaying the day
Every failed page takes another stage from me, peeled unto a wraith
Wreathlike head of reed-born sage reborn, remade in oaken sheath
His brindled meat creaking he creeps from a breach, leached of human feature
Save wise eyes peeping out from head helmed in blooming creepers
Human but also a creature, shambling garden gowned in grown garb
Marvel of all Gods, oddest of oddlings, his forest odalisques following
Weirdest of abnormal things, Slough Feg is puzzled by him
His stoical nature, saying no more than needs be said
He leafen undead, undying, his season life’s triumph
Zenith highest, he hyacinth in suburban drive
He hardy root surviving where others die, dried
He rose in the eye of the mother of Christ, aquamarine robes touching toes
Which rose dust at cross’ foot, he dogrose bush
He wintry bindweed lily pallid petalled, dead once cut
He dullard daffodil full of bold, boastful effulgence
Growing gargantuan every back road embankment Donegal to Glenroe
He makes the world like another planet.
Alchemisland 
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