Process

There was a boy who made a vow
To never fly.
For to him it put him on high
To bar the heavens of the polluting fly
And for all to breathe clean and
Sigh.

There was a girl who made a vow
To be clean and fey till wedding day.
For to her it put him on high
To keep the word in living Truth
And for all to breathe clean and
Sigh.

Passing by and by
There are groceries in their hands
Glancing to the stranger
They see the heavier load,
The heaviest guilt.
White Dove guilt.
Green guilt.
Their spilt milk.
Each crushed by and by
By inadaquate usance to
Mythic Muse. 

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