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 Edit

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

See also Edit

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