THE FEAST

Take me to the feast of memories
When my little feet were free of maps

Take me to the feast of memories
When my hands had no wits of obscenity

Take me to the feast of memories
When my eyes spoke of the truth

Take me to the feast of memories
When my mouth muttered tranquility

Take me to the feast of memories
When i was a Child

The Child and the Man
The young and the old

Both sat at the feast of memories
Both sat at the feast of men
To fill their bellies for a bounty

Now has the Man overfed at the feast of Men
And the Child filled at the feast of memories

Each filled of a feast
They depart never to cross part

Burdened is the Man
Unburdened is the Child.

-True Pen