The woods of Dunlop are dead

And over is their antique joy

Fed into the howls of destiny

That negotiate life to rags and

Livery to riches

 

Should a shepherd bring his cattle there

To graze upon the maggots that surfaced

Their feast marked by blood, sufficed with sorrow

Find he a smile worth worn

Regret.

 

Wont thy heart into believing

Yet thou shalt never reclaim it

To wear that smile that someone discarded

as baggage.

Weight be worth.

 

Heavy as it not

That pleases the heart of the innocent

And draws crowds to trade their history for

Is innocence.

 

Be that innocence worn

by the shepherd; should it feel heavy

Something that chafes the skin, grotesque

‘Twas a mask

That robbers wear to steal

It is a felony.

 

For even though you wont thy heart into believing

O Shepherd thou shalt never again

Wear that purpose someone cast away

For that someone who cast it away

Wast thou.

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