Blake
in the black kernels of the sunflower’s face
I have seen the world’s dispatch
sown with our own disgrace
within the thatch of the dandelion’s down
there blows the stirring flux
to blur man’s potent crown
beneath the struts of the sunflower’s mill
our grain of resurrection spills
& spreads onto the ground
there the rain has readied, there the seed unwound
& thrust its stalk thru the earth
fastened where our light is found
alert to barest trace of breeze
it snares a wind thru its green funnel
then baits sweet pollen to catch bees
in the black kernels of the sunflower’s face
I have seen the glory of our race
attentive, on muddy knees.
The poem above was written by IG Agent 18
IG Agent 18 has a book of mystical Celtic and Tarot influenced Poetry available as a Kindle ebook
Other Poetry By IG Agent 18 from the forthcoming book — Mercuric Distillations:
