XXXIV: People's Fire
©June 25th 2022, Olan L. Smith
What gods work assure the blue and rainless days?
What fog cause men to wear unnoticed cloaks?
Let sandstorms cover heroes who work in ways
Of light; and give the witness morning's strokes.
Who towels the mist, as nettles scratch the face?
The death of people's fire; they yearn to speak.
The health, the wound, the Doctors cure disgrace;
And will the shame now pierce the skin oblique,
Yet, does dishonor relieve the sinner's grief?
Regret will lead reproach, He lives our loss.
The Lamb does wear the scars in deep relief,
The Christ in weaken state does bear our cross.
Alas, whose tears wash what floods and sheds,
While devils, rich in crime, asleep in beds.
A.N. For my 34th sonnet I emended Shakespeare's 34th sonnet and made it my own. The rhyme scheme is; abab, cdcd, efef, gg, and uses his rhymed words. I hope you enjoyed this version.