Friday, March 27, 2015
Nothing More Helpful
There is nothing more helpful
Than a family of sensible children,
Offering me strange wisdom.
One accuser is a pearl of love,
A chain of civilians covers its article
Of clothing with another,
The august wind is upon them.
Lies creep in, slanting light has eagerly
Exposed the livid cash flow,
Thieves are breaking the bodices,
Kicking the shirts of gentry in bossy
Like the abodes of a foreign land.
They are so many in the diverging woods
That wrong wings flatten and die towards
The stars at night.
Topic(s) of this poem: aid