Mason Maestro

Regarding The Temple - Poem by Mason Maestro

Quiet and forbidding in the ruling sands
regarding the temple: the crisis stands

'I jumped and you weren't there for me'
He calls himself 'the Pungeont Man'
Upon reaching the end of the desert
the wrong way came back and returned to beginning
On time for sun-dried fish, red berries and beets
There's no prisoners with the scorpion treats

That's how it feels now- cold, dark, bright, might
be on top of summer leaves on a forward sight
Regarding the temple, I thought you'd ask
The crisis stands in the quiet forbidding sands
But this is his home, a place he can lay
The Nomad in his temple made out of clay

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 31, 2005

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