The Former Lord of Jersey Stitches Pants
|The former Lord of Jersey stitches
We shape eyes, create beasts for ordination,
Elevate the unspeakable to the highest platter,
Nor love nor hatred but within our banks.
The broth of reasons bubbles with our seasoning;
Young poplars bend their branches towards our reasoning.
For this, we must never forget
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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