In Season

I will come for
My own, I will come to
See what you have done, if
You  have husbanded my
Vine and cared for
All my sheep, been
Dutiful in your growth,
And if I find you have been
Violent, and killed my sheep,
And acted with no
Honour,  I will
Tear you
Up  by the root until you
Wither and are done.  In that
Season I bestow
All I am
On those
Worthy  of the load, for
Ownership is husbandry, is
Care for all bestowed.

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