Wars make devils
Men have become
Love and peace,
But, men deny Him a
-
Blood, blood, and
Devil is clever with a
Body and soul, wars
Dear God, let wars
-
......
A fent in the huge, rain-blooded gourd
of heaven pukes Deluge and dirt
upon these lands...
Angry heavens spit violently
downwards, towards hidden collieries of
harlotry — accompanied by Deluge and
white rage — satins of gold-lined thrones
become whited sepulchral flags.
Disconsolate clouds above us
Wince at the rib-image cracks of lightning.
Billowing smokes of ashes eddy at the
Foot of this huge necropolis, replete with hate.
We mourn the loss of lustres ...
This Waste!
With insidious revelry, rodomontade of
Stripped masquerades besiege the crevices of our brook;
Our daughters, near insane, eviscerate themselves of
Enlarged yolk...
......
The beautiful days were here again, as sunshine lit blue skies,
And I was happy with my work, which had seldom held surprise.
My job entailed overseeing, the raising of national monuments,
So that all could remember, a gilded past's glorious moments!
Today we were raising a statue, of one beloved national hero.
This caused media and fanfare, like sighting a sunset rainbow.
The crowds came out to watch, but were kept at a safe distance,
......
Wars make devils
Men have become
Love and peace,
But, men deny Him a
-
Blood, blood, and
Devil is clever with a
Body and soul, wars
Dear God, let wars
-
......
Disconsolate clouds above us
Wince at the rib-image cracks of lightning.
Billowing smokes of ashes eddy at the
Foot of this huge necropolis, replete with hate.
We mourn the loss of lustres ...
This Waste!
With insidious revelry, rodomontade of
Stripped masquerades besiege the crevices of our brook;
Our daughters, near insane, eviscerate themselves of
Enlarged yolk...
......
A fent in the huge, rain-blooded gourd
of heaven pukes Deluge and dirt
upon these lands...
Angry heavens spit violently
downwards, towards hidden collieries of
harlotry — accompanied by Deluge and
white rage — satins of gold-lined thrones
become whited sepulchral flags.
The beautiful days were here again, as sunshine lit blue skies,
And I was happy with my work, which had seldom held surprise.
My job entailed overseeing, the raising of national monuments,
So that all could remember, a gilded past's glorious moments!
Today we were raising a statue, of one beloved national hero.
This caused media and fanfare, like sighting a sunset rainbow.
The crowds came out to watch, but were kept at a safe distance,
......