Sing soft. Sing loud. It remains so. <br /> <br />If the Lady lifts her hand, does the Beast speak petals... <br />With hand by her side, does the Beast speak dust... <br />For we all hear dust. <br />Do we ever hear petals? <br /> <br />Oh priest, what have you done by corrugating belief... <br />What have you done with the Garden? <br /> <br />The Lady spreads her robes, anointing the Beast <br />With female rust, <br />Soothing men and gods alike <br />With Floods of torchlit groves... <br />Fruit annihilates flowers that gave them life. <br />The pomegranate survived to destroy. <br /> <br />Oh priest, what have you done by castrating belief... <br />Why did you destroy the Garden <br />With scaled angels? <br /> <br />Listen softly. Hear loudly. <br />The Beast speaks petals <br />For the winds... <br />Of Truth. <br /> <br />It remains so.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beast-36/
