Leaves gash the ground with wounds of colour <br />Where the lonely eagles cry, <br />Frost binds the earth with straps of iron <br />And the bright wind shakes the sky; <br /> <br />I've listened to the Faery Folk <br />And drunk their magic brew, <br />I've spoken to men and angels <br />And the dark Satanic crew, <br /> <br />But no-one showed me mercy <br />By the side of the bitter sea <br />When Jesus wept and Moses moaned <br />And they nailed me to the Tree.<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-complains/
