Salute Fitzgerald
12-2-17
son of Zippor
O, prosper
Thanks for the darkness and the lesson of giving
Light to the purblind
Surreptitious
O, build me here seven alters
As to flee to our solitary hill
Our high place where things happen
For the good of all mankind
Meeting at Moab at the border of Arnon
To see the utmost parts of these musicians
For extra brushwork to will the painting
In memories of archery
Receiving ones medal in our dream of Hefin-clap hills
and ending skills sweetly lingering
All for ones own fingering
Giving thanks for the light of love
allowing our lingering
To lavish in the lowly
An idiom at once universal....
At Rafial
12-2-17
Defeating Egyptians at Rafial
But for what cause
But to take our Ashdod
And wage each and every god
For books galore wanting more and more
To find out what Shalmanesar is for
In Zinai and Omri
Yes everywhere forming
On Red Sea trade routes
Where Julia dreads of jaundice and jealousy
In deportations of scaly armadillos
And generals assassinated of high priest and ethnarch autonomous
Where I pour out my soul for those that hope to be inspired
And for Tryphon and Zerubabbel
In all whom are willing and able
Then forth it flashed among us....
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