The Riddle Of Power
Posted on March 28, 2022
Never Ask Me Why
I am roofed with usurping nose,
Palm-edge lip, lanky-rifle legs
Or why eat with golden plate
On dungeon corpse of kinsfolk;
If the flavour is the foul aroma
And with me the wand to command..
Never Ask even I so scurry-headed –
My sword why the docile crowd
When wandering wand wale my wing
And my easy prey the docile crowd.
Not even I the docile crowd
Should answer why docile black
For my palpitant heart of lynch dog
When the Sun sit on my head.