Poems

The Man in the Field

Why can the moon be so light and so yellow?
Giving way to a lunatic in a meadow
I have seen him daily, eating candy
Nobody else has! Yellow, candy, meadow

I know he’s there, under the stone
Holding many things for people, as well as his own
Nobody sees him, they just don’t look
He’s definitely there, the man with the book

A lovely man with bleeding eyes sits in a field
Eating corn, eating corn
A lovely man, bleeding to death
No one can see him, bleeding to death

Hello, Mr Man, I can see you
Why are you here, bleeding to death?
God has come to take me in an old-fashioned way
Don’t worry, I can see you, I can see you

 

Peter: A Darkened Fairytale-
Ch XV a Place of Knowing

William O’Brien

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