Many a flower upon a barren heath,
that grow and wither under the cow's shed;
a weasel hat in the cellar barn,
dampened in the rainforest;
a mistletoe on his back
such darkling insights bewail the night,
fill the room with kitchen light:
tableau! of smokey suburbs by the shabby island,
marked by a soring thumb impression
the beheaded youngman from Verona,
not least to claim I by the sweat of thy brow,
goes soaring high above the dale on a golden couch.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: 07/19/2014
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