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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About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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