If Your Name Is Poem by James McLain

Under a pile of space dung you found me....
You, not all but some stop at nothing...
Moving piles of it to take the speck of me
in gold you see.....
Looking asleep with eyes painted lids...
Strange and scary are these places you
look for me to see your face...
In the looking you the few the one see my face...
Others grew weary in the search for the mask of truth.....
It is to hard they wanted gold from the fillings
not that from under the dung of years heaped
hopes lost children.......
Do I blame them..no...I am the blame I placed
the gold under the dung
hoping beyond hope.....
I was not dissatisfied in your effort you moved a
mountain of dung to find a ray of the golden son
found only once before
found in
you..........................................................................