Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Lord Tyger’s Poem

“White is the skull in the green,
Green is the grass in the white.
White is her ghost in the light,
Light as her voice in the blue,
Blue of the grief in the black,
Black of the pain in the night,
Night of the worms in the red,
Red of the scraps on the white.
White is the skull in the green,
Green is the grass in the white.”

Lord Tyger, Philip Jose Farmer

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