A beetle shat upon my eye, <br />while I was sleeping soundly <br />beneath my favourite willow tree <br />it was an act of love. <br /> <br />A blink did free the greenish putty <br />and as he looked at me <br />the memories came flooding back <br />I closed them now to see. <br /> <br />Was he a friend although he shat <br />upon my saddend face <br />perhaps a messenger for me <br />who had been rather blunt. <br /> <br />I must escape, into free sleep <br />it beats the firewater <br />there is a world where harmony <br />and pax vobiscum reign. <br /> <br />The beetle flies back to his nest <br />in my own willow tree <br />and all her leaves look down on me <br />but none with any scorn. <br /> <br />I stay here 'til the sun goes home <br />and all the cows head east <br />the beetle takes his second shit <br />that's when I say Good bye. <br /> <br />Back down in dreams the memories <br />come floating like mad bats <br />to let me know I can be free <br />but not in chains for two. <br /> <br />The dew from my own willow tree <br />rains down on my creased face <br />refreshes me, revives my soul <br />it is my only home. <br /> <br />So, please ye Gods, can I grow roots <br />become one just the same <br />I do not mind the beetle crap <br />I do not mind the shame.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beetle-crap/
