Sod and Blatz

Weave fingered too long
In the arms of Ding Kong
Searching for the breast that wasn’t there
Seeking to be blest and taken care of.

The strength of a tree was inside of a seed
When it landed in my garden
The strength left in seeds must be twice what they need
Or they cannot play a plot in
This span.

We’ve lingered too long
Midst the harms of Ding Kong
Searching for the blest who ran off scared
Reeking like the rest and breaking air off

The length of a beam was inside of the tree
When it landed and then hardened
The strength left in beads must beat twice
On the warp of the woof
Or they cannot harvest sod in
This plan.