River Weed

I hear my Echo in a wave

And other whimpering 

Echoing around river weed ——

Condemned are the seeds.

Likewise, poets on the horseback

I too longed for redemption 

Of my evil needs and deeds ——

Condemned are the seeds.

Dead on the bitter porch

If angels forgot to find me

An unrest planted last May deeply——

Condemned are the seeds.

Sunset tows away a granary 

So if your Life played a wheat

Then autumn peels off ——

Condemned are the seeds.