On the Road

On the Road is a famous poem by Oscar O'Neill. It was first published in 1963 in the poetry book A roadbook, but was later that year published separately. It's his most famous non-oem and one of his last 'normal' poems.

Poem
Rocks turn to dust, seeds are barren, a tail of greed wags the dog (the one who kills the goose with the golden eggs)

Half beasts slouch toward succor and safety, fall into fires with withering angels

Never say die whose path is holy

Not wanting to end up on his horns she refused his friendship and ended on a sword

Some approach suing for redress and soon find weakness with their arrows

In a world ruled by struggle there are choosers and the chosen, each depending on the other

Young girls, coatless in winter, pull in eyes; the big fish don't always catch the little Wolves dine on fresh lambs until the lambs turn into tigers (the tigers into saviours)

One with great love and knowledge walked on water beckoning others to follow and they still believed in death