THE CREATOR

Come, let's reason together-
Tell me a tale, and a tale tell you I'll
Of a bloke who helped to gather-
And that he created, he helped to kill.
On the river bank they met-
afraid of her parent's wrath and the society's piercing eye,
to him she heed for a heal.
He, the last dough for the village meal-
the sole piece of his mother's wrap;
the last skin on the drum
at his academic climax, such news struck him damn
agape.
It was a psaltery ballad
complacent to his success.
And so-to him, such fate was sent!
Onto her neck, he clung bold
while his head was down bent.
with buzzing and dizziness-
cold she was left
with that inner flesh that saw no cloud!