hither the skies,
forearms doth mere bare
hither the blue,
his eyes everywhere
hither the lush,
hither the green,
Doth may seem keen

Thy eyes foreclose melted plants,
tracing it down as a cherub,
growing, fermenting, sun and starch
Hither thy heart a mere cherub,
growing fermenting, sunlight and green,
melted plants and melted jove
melted are eyes that bear oceans of wilderness
And depths of blue,
And death of plant,
Sings death of heart, broken and lost
little cherub amust
Thy seed poisoned with hate,
grows into a vile serpent
Sunlight doth seems away,
rain and storm brings to stay
Away with rain,
thy heart mourns to grow
Nurture the seed
It doth not need to throw
Away the pain thy leaves hide
growing yet repenting
underneath skies
who art the skies,
who art thee,
Art thou not
A man like me?