Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

A Gypsum Salt Mine Fills Marys Eyes


A gypsum salt mine fills Marys eyes
diamond tears milk a tear duct
what, has dissolved has seen
another lonely, upchucked!
heart; back on earth - conceit!
here no real value grows...
in fertilising of a seed
where thorns;
are more cherished than a rose!
Mary just cries clutching a crown
a crown of thorns...
as Roman the soldiers mock the world
three times!
who shall pay for their crimes
when gypsum salt mines
fills all our minds
all our eyes..

Submitted: Wednesday, June 05, 2013
Edited: Sunday, March 23, 2014

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