The Bargain

By Roy D. Follendore III

From your deep emerald trust,

a translucent flow aside from spacetime,

we are simple spent seashells searching sign

within such things as we had hoped to find.

And to our deepest wells of regret,

for whom so many have sacrificed their name,

our Earth has given you her eternal soul

through it's expectations of your sweaty toll.

With embittering hearts and glittering rust,

your supremacy has not the smiling worth

to which these our eyes may shyly bind,

and give memory of our direction of birth.

So if you say true, my most kind and graceful debt,

How then may I express my shame?

Come forth; reduce my honor at this pitiful role

For it was for you, I have lost all that you have stole.

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