Pom Seed.

To Pluto

I sat to finish it--
The sonnet I wrote you
Till strong feelings diminished it
And changed my angle of view.

The glittering green; your eyes
Lost their Irish ode
And to my surprise
Turned slimy moss, wet and cold.

And as they shut to blink
Their brambled briar black
With unrest crept along the brink
Of long-gone jet lace and lash.

And O, what a sight to see!
Once-welcome ambassadors of touch
Turned ruthless to crooked tree,
Sharp, rough, and apt to clutch.

And in the darkness, beneath the dirt
I heard your merciless call.
Doubtless, your tactless flirt
Time to time, used to agress all.

And what could I do?
Pom seed swallowed
And bound to you,
I, helpless, followed.

Googlopolis

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