Epharisto

I told you so
that it would be
epharisto
climbed a tree

found his way
to the top
then he let
the thunder drop

on my head
and in my nose
I can smell it
in my clothes

for the record
you must hear
words of silence
words of fear

these brings questions
to my mind
and their answers
never find

like shaking leaf
and rotting soil
full of life
and full of spoil

suck the sun
and get real dry
bear your fruit
and make your's fry

an empty plate
with room to spare
I got mine so
I don't care