By Roy D. Follendore III
Copyright © 2002 by
From your deep emerald trust,
a translucent flow aside from spacetime,
we are simple spent seashells searching sign
within such things as we had hoped to find.
And to our deepest wells of regret,
for whom so many have sacrificed their name,
our Earth has given you her eternal soul
through it's expectations of your sweaty toll.
With embittering hearts and glittering rust,
your supremacy has not the smiling worth
to which these our eyes may shyly bind,
and give memory of our direction of birth.
So if you say true, my most kind and graceful debt,
How then may I express my shame?
Come forth; reduce my honor at this pitiful role
For it was for you, I have lost all that you have stole.
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