Whitherfore

   Looking gaping staring

   The gaze stays and wanders

  Time is running out

   Wear

  The freshly cut tears

   Your talisman

   Winter is here

   But no respite

   From the Heat and

   Dust

   Frenzy and

   Homelessness

   Your famous

    Green Fingers

   What do you

   Do with it

   Violets and

   Wild flowers

   All along the

   Dirt track

   Too much of

   Lifes' musings

  Tales turned

  Fables

  As the Discarded

  Distraught

  And Denied

 Gather around the

 Flames

 Of Yesterday

 And shake in

 Todays' Frost

  Bitten Soul

   The Wandering

   Minstrel is here

  To join the

  Everyday Warriors

  Waging wailing

  Wooing Hunger

  Looking forward to

 Some alms from

  Nowhere

  Could do with

  Some crumbs to

  Fight the Plague

  But the Minstrel

 Should leave

 Too much is

Happening

 And nothing is quite the

Same

The Flames of

Yesterlore crack

One last time

Looks up the night sky

And the not so

Early  morns' rays

Need to go

Whitherfore