10/6/1536
The day was cool and still with little breeze
to waft the incense of his purity
to God. His stench....his smoldering release
clung to the Earth. His foul soul set free.
You should have seen his blossom in the air
He was a revelry
of smoke and dancing flame.
We'll gather up the ashes of his toil
and let the plow-boy turn him to the soil.
You should have seen him blossom in the air
all gold and blue and writhing crimson-green.
Could such corruption ever burn so fair
when cast away with such a brilliant sheen?
Such pop and sizzle as he sagged upon the stake.
screen, seen, scene, supreme, -ine
His love of God had stained his heart to make
him but the victim of his own abuse.
We'll gather up the ashes of his toil
and let the plow-boy turn him to the soil.
==============================
would waft the incense of his purity
His love of God had stained his heart to make
him but the victim of his own abuse.
Such pop and sizzle as he sagged upon the stake.
His stench clung to the Earth. His foul soul set free,