Cloud Watcher, Lulled Asleep Poem by james watkin
Cloud Watcher, Lulled Asleep
Plucky or foolish, which of his streak
In dare-devilment flops
Inside a minutes' choking of
Nature's twine, nothing stops?
Dozing; snoozing; moulding park
For a pillow - a tomb!
While the grave-fattened squirm beneath!
Graveyard's feelers exhume!
He's all man, withholds too, knowing
Til faith at decay's point is
The slayer that blows about him;
Swift Change as nemesis.
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