In fields of snow
Will you hear me go?
Will you hear me weep
And not pity me so?
Instead fly like Pegasus.
Ancient old element.
They say Helen’s cup loved you too.
For even powerful men cannot resist a blow of nature.
A gift from The God and gods.
Do you hear me in the field
Washed and dewy
Examine it carefully.
Not everything you share with me.
For I see your light and desire to quench it
File it, imprison and contain it.
See all of this land is my property
Please have some propriety
and respect this famous poltergeist’s feast on your democracy.
Prolificty of Evil
Through man and through God
Through Earth and into the heavens
Open your eyes and see the strings of fear.
But don’t cut them
Or your hegemonic nose will grow
And reality will end as so