Man on a stick

Man on a stick

Man on a stick in the meadow of my life
When the green shoots were just blistering from womb
You was kind gentle sipping cider.

I’m safe warm in meadows green
The bark of the crows heeds warning
Grandmother says

The sparkling flint still glints from earth
Look diamonds
No he said they are not diamonds

Green shoot of innocents touch my knee by now
Soon the crop will yield
And in his eyes I will be ready

Man on a stick still sips his cider
Maybe ambering his judgment

For me.

Big green hands hold up rows of golden orbs

Man on a stick

Steps down from his cross
And pulls the straw from his mouth

He takes me down to find the pretty diamonds
They bleed me

Barking crows swaddle me warning

Tumescent, he breaks me

Man on a stick you are like my Father