The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Tarry Not

Tarry not
Nor toil amidst the reeds
Though heavy lay your heart
In the balance of now
Claim that which isn't owed
Before the ravens come.

Fire the coals within this dank cave,
and quaff the sacred stew,
do not let the shadows dance alone,
Though you fear your fly-lord savagery
among those who are native
Rend your loincloth so we may all pass on.
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