Oasis
Supple-rounded clouds collect to protect and inspect a small island

With prejudice they direct the sunlight back to himself and respect the slab full of trees, overgrown and green; a jungle machine.

Intrigue, a marvelous wonder. Torn asunder by the sudden verse, a woman gives birth to a baby. A baby with red skin, the locals thought he was a curse.

Houses stood tall made of gall and good wood. Food so scarce, some of the people became imprudent and rude.

Though the baby takes the same figure, the same shape. Locals tread instead to take the villainous make of a snake.

Her passion was unbounded, to her the baby was born free. No villager, no servant would bring her to her knees, her baby was born free.

Thunder strikes through the sky, her baby was born free.

A clash of tide, her baby was born free.

Three more electro strokes in the air, her baby was born free.

Dusty white sand in her hair, her baby was born free.

Banquets of men run the forest, her baby was born free.

Kill the woman like a tourist, her baby was born free.

Dirty wounded skin slapping the ground, her baby was born free.

Like burnt ashes thrown into the crowd, her baby was born free.

Not much time left to get now, her baby was born free.

First word he muttered was wow, her baby was born free.

Endowed now with a unleveled-head of brow, they avow to plow through her.

Disavowed she stings, her baby was born free.

No more room for defeat, her baby was born free.

Wooden slabs and chips tossed to her feet, her baby was born free.

Red surrounded eyes with a look of plea, her baby was born free.

A whine he gave when she tucked him in his seat, her baby was born free.

Little boy waits for mother to climb on board, her baby was born free.

One shove, gentle push off shore, her baby was born free.

Looking back, now with adore, with a downpour, a torrential outpour of sadden mislead, her baby was born free.

"I love you," said mother to son. Her baby was born free.


© Eric Bell