Voice of the Lamb
Keep the Flame,
and flame the Keep,
beware slick Will,
nigh looms his Creep!
Bury thy heart,
and wound thy knee --
lest FBI
do murther thee!
Our sun hath set,
yet ere it rose,
and day's begins
still 'twixt thy toes,
nor yet the end
can now we see --
except the end
for you, for me.
Still the voice --
dare not a peep,
yon shepherd guards
against the sheep.
As quiet the fold
as warm the flock,
yet still his key
is in the lock.
Outside 'tis cold --
we know it well,
but still here's this,
that I can tell,
to much prefer the coyote's howl,
the raven's cough,
the screeching owl,
than all thy kings
and all thy gold --
we've all been bought,
we've all been sold.
�Harmon Seaver
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Harmon Seaver, MLIS Systems Librarian
Arrowhead Library System Virginia, MN
(218) 741-3840 [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://harmon.arrowhead.lib.mn.us
