Inspired by "Toes: Glass Animals"
A man, alone, wanders the desert
Desiccation doth bring him to fatigue
Hunger doth bring to him insanity
He searches, as setting sun swelters
His eyes wander, with lust for life
Blinded by the debasing star
His eye catches, what it so fervent, sought
With hand raised to visor blinding light
He gawked forward at what met his eye.
A plethora of animal, a kind never seen
Grotesque mix of one and another
A fire sparks at the end of his path
He moves quickly now to the light
His tired eyes ignore a man half-shaded
The shaded man is couth, devious, and sly
Earth's star vacates, the desert turns to forest
Day achieves its end by the light of moon
Foliage engulfs him trees tangle together
The stranger steps from under his tree
The wanderer feels a chill cold as ice
His body shivers as he walks on
The strangers step into lines, parallel
No sun blinds his eyes, and shade all round
The wanderer puts his serene hand down
The wanderer hears ducet chords
It's the stranger's voice, both strong and soft
He acts as guide to the lonely wanderer
With no words bayed the man
He moved his head, as mentor
And the rover's eyes did follow
The outsider Directed
First with mind
And now with words
He introduces to our vagabond
Singing sweetly without weight
And clouded by visions of tired eyes
"I, am a man, a twisted fool
My hands are twisted too,
Five fingers to black hooves"
Passes the group a hooven animal
Stripes of black draped on white
Against background of forest green
"I'm a man" continued he "dont spin me a lie.
I got toes, and I can smile.
I'm crooked but upright"
He directed the wanderer left words
By silent moon, thick sand, and tall grass
lay one final thing for the lost man
The Wanderer directed his eyes
Saw he distant flumes in sleeping dunes
And felt nerves clench and bones chill
The stranger no further went
But showed the vagabond the path
And followed with a spirit renewed
Walked on did the wanderer
Beholding many a mystic creature
Serpentine baboons, and symian swine
Swaying palms lined his path
As he stepped further towards the end
Just as moth flies to terminating flame
Each step sending him farther
Farther from sorrow, confusion
Farther from Fatigue and Hunger
That fair vagabond found
That when hopeful and astray
He found himself not more lost
That calmed wanderer
Lay silently now in balmy sand
Serene as calamity's aftermath
Never again to feel these earthly sensations
YOU ARE READING
A COMPENDIUM OF POETRY AND SHORT STORIES
PuisiIt's a collection of poems, short stories, and it's a work in progress. all of which are written by me, A.D.Heyl
