Lawrence Hall
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                    Ode on a Monitor Lizard

I saw a picture of a monitor lizard
Its skin is scaley and its tongue is scissored
I’d back away from that wrinkly old wizard -
I don’t want to be ground up in its gizzard!

Here we are
              just him and I
               beneath a tell-tale sky of high.  
I
             hanging on  
       like a rose on a trellis,
                       in a garden of love !
He
                like a garden lattice
                             sure and steady.
Worship dreams of valor
                everything else is
                         just a paler shade of
               blue...
Here we are
              the open sky and I
          and the One who seeded me
  like a rose in a garden,  
                 of pure perfection!