And i go to the wilderness
with a heart of bitterness

beyond the tarred roads
to where the toads croak

to see the wind blow
as bulbs will never glow

the moon and sun will roar
from dusk till dawn and crow

if milk and honey flow
for surely i must know

the feel of morning dew
from everything i knew.

i sweat for something new
for 'why? ' the grains are few
or lick the rabbit stew

my conscience knew the cane
that made the story pain

around the thorny twig
that shed her dearest leave

before the wind defend
the vine of lonely, breed

before the stories tell
of one that never rose.

I climb the rocky hill
to face the unseen wild

the worse will now decide
the tears i cannot hide

food is past and done
wine, return at dawn

till dusk i cry and pray
and wait the forming clouds.

Emmanuel Odum

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