@feebie 22 May 2020 more from that month

That boy will rise

Distinct among men He will trot in the midst Of wayward spine A nectar of solution He will be bathed In milk stream Distil with rounded gold His body encrushed with silver He will come, comely Like a man Lost in the labyrinth of wilderness To sprawl on the virgin taste of water For his will be A long drought Of savoured dream He will come, Alterly to alternate His body a work of ivory His speech offering Figtree wisdom.