A mild mannered man

A mildewed milksop

So kind of you to come

So ancient of years

So drawn down to depths of despair

by failing flaccid flesh

This cannot stand

His heavy heart

It fails like sand

and sinks so low

it cannot rise

Until you reached

into the earth

with gentle hands

and pulled out

his silent soul

until it sang

and lengthened life

until it sprouted

and loosened lips

until they shouted

and teased out tongue

until it tasted

and eased the eyes

until they saw

and burned his brain

with your name.

And there was light

And there was joy in living

And there was male and female


And it was good.