Thread: Stele Stone and the Keys

Provision polished and macadam, in crooked hoofed claim
Trots lament the man whose hearts stiff to tame

He thence rosy bodied, secrete by the bead,
Dwindled resolute surge, subsequent to sea

Halted to arms and steer ups and row
Brushed brows pearled the many, woe glistened woe

He thence rosy body, and spirit and fear,
Hoven up from the hoists of his cohorted steer

Abundance graced sow, to breathe and to go
Fettered, sickled stow, soiled hitherto woe,

Buried the bellow, rooted, nibbled heels woe,
“Mea Culpa Mea Culpa, plentiful vino”

Grazed upon the wash,
Sprawled bereaved, the wandered man

Nestled needy knee, to gulp panted plea
See upon the sea, stele rock and a key

I really liked the last stanza, it brought it all together for me.