The Piper & The BeggarA Poem by Namaa HammondAn inch of earth in phosphide Poisonous dirt of roots and vines Sprouting turned the green to clay A blackout churns life to decay A grasshopper in a tree Laments the beggar to be free From chirrs to tears, ear to ear She fell to her knees, signs appear The shovel stained in parquet The praying mantis found its prey A melody, harmony The piper played a symphony Shovels of lonely zephyrs Undug gravel baring martyrs Her existence, a question Carved in the Garden of Eden A drunken hung three wisemen Stole their scriptures, buried doctrines 'Neath the earth, six-feet under A stillbirth, of a blind beggar The papers locked in her hands Her eyes crossed on the grains of sand The bones remained in caverns Her body burned with the piper
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