The Light of Day

“Here’s a good one, fine and fresh,”

Said the wax-eyed man who served me

True, I’d found, and easy flesh!

Swallows like a lingonberry.


“That one’s poison, that one’s bad!”

Said a brazen man beside him

“Take the other, you’ll be glad;

Take the fine one- stay a pilgrim.”


This one tasted crude enough

Tearing down my tender throat and

Brushing me with sequins rough

Give me room and I’ll expand.


Several more I took, to say

Pain became reality, but

I could see the light of day!

Never keep your windows shut.

The End

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