Herbs and other items

Followers of a so-called angel
cries and mourns
Stands along the road 
One man, bearing heavy wood
No one bothers to ask
whether he wants them to
take of that silly thorn
poking his eye

Instead they kiss his feet
Smelly toe-sweat
from yesterdays feast
Soon he’ll sleep it of
For three days
then he has to meet
back at daddys company

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