Floral Eternity Poem by Dan Uriel

In the mysterious home of television
keep excited, don't rest, don't forget
he cries on a thousand moons and in anger

winds that are gentleman's passion
the collected little hay is dismantled
they are picked up from the snow

his body belongs to the earth The soul of an earthman
his grave is the land of three million beggars
where he builds a house, he sows and reaps

verse law and sweet rhythm
stone hull s the castle window rattles
its groove in the new husk
flowering, for life and eternity