Engines Of Love Poem by Madrason .

The feather on the head
of the naked red
skinned man
is wavering, bending first
but then standing
tall and strong again
the reed is singing
it's winging a tune
and in the underground
a snake of ants is working
saving our precious earth
through very hard, working
something is lurking
and wants to escape
from the tip of my tongue
but what could go wrong
on a day like this
all we are given
by beauty is driven
through engines of
LOVE! M