A Poem of the Orient

By Hector Santa-Cruz

The night sky is heavy with spice,

and finely wove veils,

this is where true myst’ry lies,

spoke in ancient tales.

Speak to me oh ancenstral land,

cover me ‘n sweet spice!

Let me lie where gods were fanned

and fed the finest spice!

Take me to the fields of spice!

Where grow the finest spice!

Spice it with the finest spice

and let that spice be spices!

Spice me you spice spiciest

spice i spice the spice the

spicy whoa! spice-man the

spice! SPICE! SPIIIIICE!!!!

editors note: Hector Santa-Cruz died in a mausoleum.