Even Empires Expire

[bgkarma]

after the afternoon tea what
we will be having is
no nap for we know where
these lead off to
there will be no guessing games
or hands held out willy nilly and
when you call the
name calls kept down
kept low for tea remains dantily still
in the air the sweet taste
the harsh root fowl and medicinal
fire flitted up from the palm
so if you asked evidence of

Comments

[anonymous]

why are you so obsessed with tea?
just kidding.
nice poem piece thing there.