the phlebotomist drew my blood
i flew into the Lake District
the iron drained and out it came
universal donor thick
no test for anemia
attesting only to that needed
i sought the world of Wordsworth
but swirled landscapes fleeted
"let a sleeping dog lie"
came a wry voice from the bogs
through the peat there rose a spread
a sheet of green, a host of frogs
not the golden daffodils
old and ancient beings
the sort that torment day and night
relenting at your freeing
aghast i drew my hatchet
banged, hacked and made a racket
took the legs of one and each
left the dregs and had a feast
i wandered there as a cloud
donned my pack and burned the shroud
the shroud that was prepared for me
rested ash, bare of me
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 5:56 PM UTC
the phlebotomist drew my blood
i flew into the Lake District
the iron drained and out it came
universal donor thick
no test for anemia
attesting only to that needed
i sought the world of Wordsworth
but swirled landscapes fleeted
"let a sleeping dog lie"
came a wry voice from the bogs
through the peat there rose a spread
a sheet of green, a host of frogs
not the golden daffodils
old and ancient beings
the sort that torment day and night
relenting at your freeing
aghast i drew my hatchet
banged, hacked and made a racket
took the legs of one and each
left the dregs and had a feast
i wandered there as a cloud
donned my pack and burned the shroud
the shroud that was prepared for me
rested ash, bare of me