The Bond Poem by Morgan Michaels

Man, to purchase back his bond
is set two vast, rich Fields to plow
clear, manure and sow
with all the tools of his mind;

and water, water,
neverendingly with his tears
before the barest rose appears
or the merest ear.

One field is Eros, the other Art:
Sheds packed with grain he is bid to accrue
and flowers of such varied hue
that the Judge in awe will take his part

on that dread day, in that high court,
as from the gallery
angels nod approvingly
at what he has wrought.



Baudelaire