Bellow the Bloat and Waste the Lamb

We stand outside and bathe –

in starlight and glow, of

histories in context

and roots.


Lives begun and deaths upon,

stream showers of 

eternal end and story.


Les lumières in canopy

holding essence and finds –

us who seeded the ground,

that planted stories told;

from generation to single child.


The paths we take and roads

walked long, my pitch pipe

organ amuses.


Bellow the bloat and waste

the lamb.


2013 Barry Comer 

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