Hang him from a tree he hasn't hung from yet. <br />Fling him off a bridge no one's been flung from yet. <br /> <br />Send succor, in whatever dark disguise: <br />a hornet's nest he's not gone running, stung, from yet. <br /> <br />Early fall, and not one branch the wind <br />has not stripped every leaf that clung from yet. <br /> <br />Recess. Winter. Second or third grade. <br />A frozen pipe he hasn't freed his tongue from yet. <br /> <br />The drought seems endless. Spring. No dropp of rain. <br />Just parched soil no shoot has sprung from yet. <br /> <br />Find it in some corner of the workshop, <br />some damp rag no last dropp has been wrung from yet? <br /> <br />Probe the dank recesses of the cellar- <br />not one cask he hasn't yanked the bung from yet. <br /> <br />He'd have it be a tower, not a steeple- <br />the height in him no bell has rung from yet. <br /> <br />Not by wit or rhetoric alone <br />will Eric find a voice he hasn't sung from yet.<br /><br />Eric Torgersen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yet-9/
