Time's Suture

A FABLE TOLD ROUND THE TABLE AS WE DINE. AN ESSENCE INTANGIBLE FOR LACK OF EVIDENCE TO DEFINE.

FROM OUR PAST, THOUGH THESE MOTHERS GRAND WHOSE WISDOM WE TEST, IS ONLY TO BETRAY AS WORKS ABOUND SIMPLY TO RAISE ONE'S CHEST.

' TIS SOOTHING TO FIND RELEASE AND COMFORT AT HER BREAST, THE DISEASE BECKONS THE BODY STRUGGLING IN PROTEST.

SWEET FACES WITH COLOR TO SLIGHT ROUNDS OF THE CHEEK, REMEMDY IN LIEU OF CURE PLACATES THE MEEK.

FOR THE GROWTH TO EXTRUDE HERB AND MEND THEIR PALLOR, NEGATES ABILITY TO STAND, THEIR WEAKNESS TO TOWER.

BLENDING PREMATURE IN TAINTED BLOOD OF THOSE DREADED, WRETCHED ARE THOSE EVIL AND IN DEATH BEHEADED.

NOW HEALERS WHO SKILLFULLY BLEND MEDICINAL CURE FEAR RIDICULE, AS THE PROFESSED CAUSE LIES HIDDEN AND OBSCURE.

SITTIN' ROUND THE PAST'S TIME TABLE PONDERING PRACTICE OF THE OLD, AS WE FIND NO REASON OR RHYME FOR THE FABLES THEY TOLD

- Blanche McLanahan