Time To Re-Leaf Poem by James Mond

When we sweep the sky with a mob,
Let them call us absurd
With the blood on our fore toes
Would be a pleasant thing to go

Spread the pollen into the thirsty lake,
Let’s call it a donation on the break
Don’t care when criticized million times
Let’s go on our prayers after our dine

Do you agree to make a wing
Of the white pride as sharp as the razor
Drawn from existentialist drawers?
Arrived in earth in the May
Heat is nothing for my days
Knock…. Knock….
The dawn is on the way