Lizard

Farewell the temple master's bells
His kiosk and his black-worm seed.
Courtship solely of his word.
With Eden guaranteed.
For now Prince Rupert's tears are glass
Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed
Scar the sacred tablet wax
On which the lizards feed.

Wake your reasons hollow vote
Wear your blizzard season coat
Burn a bridge and burn a boat
Stake a lizard by the throat

Go Polonius or kneel
The reapers name their harvest Don
All your tarnished devils spoons
Will rust beneath our corn
Now bears Prince Rupert's garden roam
Across his rain tree shaded lawn
Lizard bones become the clay-
And there a Swan is born

Gone soon Piepowder's moss-weed court
Round which upholstered Lizards sold
Visions to their leaden flock
Of rainbows' ends and gold.
Now tales Prince Rupert's peacock brings
Of walls and trumpets thousand fold
Prophets chained for burning masks
And reels of dream unrolled . . .

-Sinfeild