Natural History
Natural history is the thing most likely
To death do us part. I will
Be again and again
The One who be all and end
Of all, it shall be maker of Good things
That do not give away the truth, but hold it
Asunder like a water balloon on the face,
To explode in drips and flows across
The visage, untormented flow.
It does not behear nor behie the One who is
To be then and there the One who is instantly
Handcuffed to the transport
For rendition to the Alps
Of my endeavour where
I shall be hindered not by the way of Mankind
By which I mean the Death Penalty
For I shall go to the end of the life I lead
Without having been caught.
Bye!
Copyright B E Saunders 2016
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