the star shines and shines as it has for long
we have been told a story about its glow
from the first finders to the latest keepers
but it’s a sight we behold now on our
own
see the sliteyed plowman
looking up in earnest
watches for
rain as he rages at the horses
with the steel unturned no deadlier cut he
knows
but his own his demeanor
scares the bejesus
of all
onlookers the ok kraal a strange sight
with travelers and transients all the
mangers taken
one in striking glow sliteyed awaits mutters curses
at random the curious crowd flinching
stays put
_it’s assembling time at the starred sidewalk_
everyone bows intently staring at the
first born
to a pair unknown among the earthly throng
who journeys on unbeknown to stars
beyond
oblivious of the score just
holding on to a sham
promise of life evermore crying at every dark turn
yet blind in trust nod to the archpriest modish
with the naked blade and three prong fork in hand
ready whilst sliteyed plowman spits smirks abash
