what a sight your are

now that you have flown free and far

I sit and watch with eyes of green

following the things unseen

racing through the trees

faster than birds or bees

in the wind between all things green

feelings sick and mean

From the souls of my feet

to my hands complete

I see you dance and prance

wanting to kill if I had a chance

With green through to each finger

Horned thoughts linger

Webbed wings on my back

Wanting what I lack:

A spine of courage

instead of rage

And a heart of gold

not muddied and sold

And nerves of steel

to spin life’s wheel

But I sit with belly rot

stirring a witch’s pot

It boils and bubbles

sinking deep into my troubles