In a field of browning green
I lie immersed in liquid silk
Surrounded by cast off things
Too large, too small, tooooo bright
Thrown away and cast off
To rise anew from the ashes
Clad in garments fine
Befitting a lord
Spelt with a small 'l'
Because I might cast off the silk as well
And arise anew in denim.
(C) Copyright 1999 EWAN ELLIOTT All Rights Reserved
