Black Tiers

Tile Earth oh dirt to stay wash rain face to mud of clay,

thy mold of sands with grains I count,

to tusk the horns of Ivory shot,

be flight with Wind all knot,

large the solar Cosmic Crop.

Sad pain window eyes I heave,

lash my blink to Eel breeze,

with each tale an Ocean key,

the bisque of Rail,

to shore Ole shale,

a blast in Ore to scale.

Through the stone oh lyon roaring,

gate visitor span the ale ester,

to sing ounce blue sees,

to girth on farther clear,

this Ore has trail,

comet glance to your thought stance,

draw the Rec. in store.

Wasp to Bat the millionth Came,

when Astro broke the sun Shades dark,

all to the screech of the lore,

moons in countless planet pore.