Pay the baker
for his bread
note the words
the actor said
Send the preacher
your prayers too
and play these songs
the whole night through
Feed the crumbs
to the crows
clap for all
the tragic shows
Let heaven hold
your heart unbound
and listen close
for the ocean sound
Fly dark and low
and soar up high
Then bow to those
who catch this eye
Break out that hell
that once broke in
Let a new music
at last begin
YOU ARE READING
The Nautilus
PoetryWe are so dark in the heart of this night and it never stops and it never starts. I find myself a mystery and I see nothing that surrounds me that I endeavor to know more than the universe inside myself. Michael J Tyger, poet and novelist...
