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letra de the clearing - micah blue smaldone

reigning their enemies
on the trunks of fallen trees
in a clearing freshly felled
the pitch will sweetly smell
the vulgar men will yell
all within earshot
of the last tenable plot
for which our fathers fought
and i will beg of you to heed this awful crew
in silence, out of view

for if they take you in
they’ll fall upon your skin
for what you hold within
and cast your frame aside
they’ve taken fat brides, and carved their soft sides
and left them out of doors, where lesser beasts roar
and eager vultures soar

but tie not your summer dress
let free your lily breast
and take the wind’s caress
beyond the hands of men
who would tear but cannot mend
who break what cannot bend
who build a fearful court
to house their wicked sport
what silver heads exhort
that guilty they are not
of blood forever wrought
the sun will never clot
so clip the angel’s wings
and let the axes swing
’til arms are aching
and blades are fallen deep
for even they must sleep
and shelter they must seek
amidst their own debris

but yonder stands a tree
and in it, shadowing, may take a deeper kiss
undress the broken fist
to love is to resist
the old embittered flow

and the wind again will blow
the forest again will grow
and your eyes again will shine
like the pitch of the ancient pine

- micah blue smaldone

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