Sonnet No. 1

By Alec Brewer

When Stars so full show all who weep their keep, And Moons so bright do show their master’s work, Some men may stand with hope all on their feet, And Gods will show the cardinal bulwark.

When Grounds so soft slide off and lift those lows, Traitors who seal their face inside their soul, The Earth will shake and claim that she so chose, The only way that life will show its lull.

So finally the prophets do declare, And madmen scream their verse and curse, That truly even love cannot compare, That universe our trove will be its mirth.

Yet feet still stand and ‘dure so very fast— For graves, they love their dirt that will not last.