def poetry jam

out of the sparkling sea
what shall we do now
it tells of good old times
she limps with halting painful pace
these be
there's one that i once loved so much
if i should die, think only this of me
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
high walls and huge
risen from the dead
sleep, gray brother of death
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead