he comes – screwy poem

by Jan 27, 2004Poetry

weep, child, weep.
for tomorrow will be better
through death and life he has come
to house us, cloth us, and give us rum
and all will be well in little mirth
and it will spread to all of middle earth
weep, child, weep.
for tomorrow will be better

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