Village Well

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Because we all know thirst.

Village Well

The well, so pure, in village square,

Sustains the life of indigenous there;

And all respect that they must share;

Or all will wisp in thirst.

 

Each vessel filled is blessed in peace,

As cool is raised from underneath;

To quench the parched in faith’s belief;

Lest commune will be burst.

 

All who flourish here do know

This well enables all they sow;

And without, nothing shall grow;

Nor harvest banquet’s feast.

 

For many years such hope did bring,

Surrounded, kept inside this spring;

As sacred as such golden ring,

That binds the bold and meek.

 

Then upon one arid day,

A Stranger finds himself this way,

Asserting wants and lusts defrays,

From depths of life so clear.

 

He belches, grunts such guttural sounds;

While spilling lives upon the ground;

Celebrating wealth that he had found;

While challenging his claim.

 

Assembled villagers, in awe, do stand;

Such words of rights can’t comprehend;

Or find such means to then defend,

Their well, from one un-named.

 

He then removes, from ‘pon his back,

His soiled clothes, in soiled sack,

Launders ‘til the liquid’s black;

And laughs that he’s so clever.

 

He bathes himself in view of crowds;

His laughter full and crackling loud;

Such property he’s now endowed;

In bliss with his endeavor.

 

Once he deems himself content;

And feeling rather affluent;

He packed his bags, arose, then went;

While village day was fading.

 

Then each patron of this quiet town,

Encircled the pool of life from ground;

Each took a taste without a sound;

Of spirit now so tainted.

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tenderpoison commented on Village Well

07-28-2009

excellent writing, excellent morality play...you're a great writer. 10

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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On The Lonely 1
Paper Garden 1
Forgiveness 2
Ancient Tree 2
Figurine 1
Every Night 1
The Girl Who Stole The Blue 3
Granite Man 1
This Door That Stands 1
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