thanksgiving poetry

sing again the song you sung
have you seen walking through the village
out of the sparkling sea
who is the runner in the skies
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
along the banks
if the red slayer think he slays
did you ever see an alligator
with the meek, brown eyes
who loves the rain
there by the window in the old house
she must go back, she said
a thousand silent years ago