CULLED FROM THE SKY

Peace had been culled from the sky
And quarantined in the deadwoods
And fellowships had been skimmed
From the socially integrated hamlet

It was too warm for the wild worms
To wear their flaming gowns within
It was too hot for the isolated forest
To sustain his wigged head upward

The rain called off her clever clowns
From the stables of the disabled sky
He paid the floods for their industry
From his domiciled torrents account