The Crucified Man
Whispers of a man from a distant land
Echo through Arden's nurturing womb...
Jesus...
A man,
The Gods of Mercia
Doth not know...
Crucified...
A word,
The Gods of Mercia
Doth not hear,
Doth not speak...
The Gods of Mercia
Want blood in battle,
Not in a cup...
The Gods of Mercia
Want bodies,
Not in a loaf...
The Gods of Mercia
Want feasts and song...
The Gods of Mercia
Want dancers,
Sex
And beer...
The Kings of Mercia...
See a light...
The Kings of Mercia...
See another way...
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Mercia - (By David Hurt)
PoetryPicture by merciadragon.net A Selection of poems, by me, dedicated to my home province...