The Boy Who Had The Mark
The day she let him into this world
He did not make a sound
Every leaf on every May tree curled
Babies newborn laid in a row of see through beds
Oh how the mothers gathered round
Your boy , they paused then shook their heads
When she looked at his pale but perfect face
How peaceful was the sleep he found
On his body she laid the blanket she'd lined with lace
His lips the colour of a frostcoated rose
As the afternoon sun fell to ground
Death kissed nails lavender on tiny fingers and toes
The time it seemed stopped before the explosion
Hours, minutes and seconds bound
Eternity to split and part every emotion
Men and women returned to spirit world that day
All but a few who were left petrified and astound
Resurrection came upon on the earth they say
King born still came to life through the Virgin of May
Poetry by Emelén
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Written on 2006-11-20 at 21:18
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