Patrick Kavanagh

Gospel

We are the children of light, Wise, not companioned By goats In a condemned graveyard. Backward blowing Blizzards of memory Flatten out The genealogies. But here a point, The objective essence We work in. We shall not drink from the stink-pots. Propaganda, Gospel spread With tin shovels, We are this generation.

default user
Comment Section just now

Feel free to be first to leave comment.

8/2200 - 0