The Poet Blake Told Me Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

Take a gander at angels all buff -
muscles from wings to toe
brawny arms reaching to lambs
frolicking on greens and in the rough

Note Ezekiel sitting on the bough
of the tree in the backyard
tended to by winged seraphs
and rosy cherubs all aglow

Children are taught paradise is pastel
shiny bright green meadows by brooks
as we age we dwell in darker realms
and look the Tyger in the eye-
we see the hammer, the chain and the pit
the fiery furnace burning malign in the night!