Drawn from the silt of the ages, Blastoderm girthed to destroy, Turning the least of the laddies Into a hangman's boy. Slime from the first of the marshes, Aching for formative role, Rose and invaded a vestal, Tainting an unborn soul. Tiptoeing down from the primal, Back of the date lines of Minn, Gloating from Eden to Pottsville Over an infant's sin. Keeping its calendars secret, Changing its visage and gear, Now as a prince boy or Pomroy, Cretin or Cavalier. Making a half-wit a mother, Making a moron a sire; Placarding heirs to the portals -- Fruitage of love's desire. Drawn from the silt of the ages, Older than Odin or Troy -- Turning a Pottsville juvenile Into a hangman's boy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXAMPLE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 44. ALLAH-AL-RAKIB by EDWIN ARNOLD JOB 3:3-26. JOB CURSETH THE DAY, AND SERVICES OF HIS BIRTH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE CHELSEA PENSIONERS by SUSANNA BLAMIRE FILIPPO BALDINUCCI ON THE PRIVILEGE OF BURIAL by ROBERT BROWNING |