Wreath-Weavers....Of Earth, Salt.....And Potables Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

called, inclement
and
tournequed
from
root of grass....leaves of absentia...
warlords...some had laid down their trojans....
rode the search lights
beamed to the multi-tasking...
asking
for supplements, wind and waterfalls....
a chair..with arms...a gavel
and
a page.....
collected bevies and levies.....
plucking corsairs
and
building silos.....
rum
to be run...to be run...to be run...................
foundations
must
be built..... of something.............