Paint the earth a rosy red, stamp my smile.
Kiss the ground a little more, break my tile.
Peal the seal, reveal the real, purge my Nile.
Deal to steal the grain from them, rob my pile.
Criss and cross around the sand, drink my bile.
Sip the water, next the blood, eat my style.
End the world before it truly resigns.
© James L. Bates