Flowers of Yarrow

Earth was once full of divine

Beings of joyful sorrow

Who gloried in feminine sign;

Flowers of yarrow.

But now those days are in decline

Against machine tomorrow

And axe-hearts honed on the block

Cleave old gods like chalk.

-Job

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Terza Rima

Human psyche is obviously odd

A daily secret stock exchange

Each wearing  a mask to hide his fraud.

 

But dirty dogs are prone to mange

Healthy, honest minds being so rare

Don’t neglect annual oil change!

 

Therefore most prefer noise, shout, blare

Drowning self in some shiny chic

Diving into a glossy snare

Buying their lies from a boutique.

-Job