I Saw Them Dancing

Poetry & Prose May 8, 2017

The service of bread made a bastard of me
Both the yeast and the wine taught me to be free

The squalor and sage take their place in the street
With dirt on his hands and mud on her feet

Old Mayford sat perched on a barrel of wine
The priests of Brabant will claim it’s a sign

That the end will be soon and the dawn is at nigh
Said Sodom old trinkets who seek a new high

The candle of fools who had led them astray
Now leads me through darkness in search of the day

It’s a thought that left me perplexed by it all
That one can still stand while the rest of us fall

Paint by Pieter Bruegel the Elder The Fight Between Carnival and Lent

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