Saturday, March 5, 2022

Fully Formed

From Heaven in my rage I'm torn
Away from skies my stars adorn
Into this tiny human born
On fire with ire and lit with scorn
Still reeling, my last life I mourn
I've told my soul and to it sworn
I'd speak my piece and blow my horn
I'd finally harvest all this corn
No matter leech nor locust swarm
Resistance or electric storm
My gift is this and fully formed