Vanadium

Please find some logic between thy knees

Else I be forced to unravel thee

Like finest threads of Milano lace

And cast thee into outer space


Please find some substance in thy head

Else I be forced, with mortal dread

To deconstruct thy matter base

And cast thee into outer space


Please find some lyric in thy tongue

Else I be forced, before too long

To pluck off thine offensive face

And cast thee into outer space


Please find some love within thy heart

Else I be forced to wrench apart

Thy agèd soul with God’s own grace

And cast thee into outer space


© Chris Bond — 1 August 2002