A Tale With A Tail Poem by soren Barrett

History has many eyes,
devouring fact, spitting out bones
Victorious predator, truth does disguise
stifling vanquished moans

Beast that lives and dies
some grow a folk tail
When fed, a baby legend cries
Birthed in a breeze turned into a gale

Now myth, a phoenix that never dies
Spawned from a discarded egg
From ashes it does arise
It stands without a leg

A book full of holes
Plastic, man made trolls
Worshiped saints shaped of play dough
God's rumbling voice in a tornado
The ark from Mesopotamian rain
Baby Moses stole Osiris' name
If not for Mithra there'd be no Christ