Bones for Doctor Swah - Wooden Wand

My acres for a reaper who is shy and non-committal.

My heaven for a love with bones that don’t grow ever brittle.

My peace for a place to stand adjacent to the middle.

Everything I own just for a little.

Everything I own just for a little.

My fortune for a sliver of the earth that’s young and dreamy.

My vision for a silence that is long and deep and easy.

My family for a path to understand and save the greedy.

And every day a separate life to lead me.

Every day a separate life to lead me.

My senses for the prayers that call to earth the wayward shuttles.

My skin for a reflection that is upright and un-muddled.

I’ll bury you the plants, my bones and seeds inside the rubble,

An oath to offer love with no rebuttal.

An oath to offer love with no rebuttal.

My choices for the reflex of a poacher or a medic.

My sympathies for oxygen around all what’s kinetic.

My children for the courage to refuse the anesthetic.

And every inkling ponderous and prophetic.

Every inkling ponderous and prophetic.