Countless
kalpas ago, before endless beginnings,
be-
fore Zou Yan pioneer'd yangings 'n' yinings,
be-
fore antique Adams engaged early Eves,
a great
tree stood, festoon'd with gajillions of leaves.
A tree-
mendous tree -- tall, tippee-top to taproot --
ev'ry
Fall Eggdrasil bore unusual fruit.
Its
trunk would sprout limbs while each limb would sprout branches.
Each
branch would sprout twigs in a burst of carte' blanches.
Each
twig would sprout leaves, whence was spott'd to drop,
as each
season roll'd 'round, a phenomenal crop:
extra-
ordin'ry kernals encased in white shells.
(What e-
merges when shells crack...? My doggerel tells.)
What's this
tree's hautest harvest...? Which fruitage had legs...?
None more
primo than cream o' the crop Malcolm Eggs.
Eggs would
teach; Eggs would preach; Eggs would boldly beseech.
Eggs -- by
any means necess'ry -- freedom would reach.
(a work in progress)
