Drums for us, the wasted Masters
Catafalques for them, covetous Generals.
How far have they gone in wasting us,
In ruining our harvests —
Bloodsucking Generals with shrivelled scrotums?
Crowned predators.
Embellished idiots.
Distinguished poachers —
......
A broken mirror, shattered and dispersed,
Reflects mangled images of stooges
And incoherent looters of national treasures.
The soul of a nation, so broken, so dispersed,
Plunges head above waters into distressed,
Calamitous caverns of the deep.
Bubbles rustle from tumults fomented through
Throats of riparian greed, when the fishy plots
......
Alien interpreters with long, grey beards
predicted the astonishments of the heavens.
Swallows migrate southwards
to the trial precincts of committed
visionaries – they swore dinosaurs
were here once.
A star shoots the length of
night sky in one long-tailed, silent trumpet of message.
Within eons of a blazing, returning
comet and epochs of swollen annihilations,
......
Noctilucent creeping ones garrison
The winding paths on the eve of hanging day.
So are the nubiferous skies, yielding fluidlights,
Anti-Satanic and humorous
Gentle drums on the spine of the village
Aid the tramping feet.
And from us here in the horsewhip-guarded
Kennel, prayers!
......
The eye of an exile,
a kaleidoscope of piercy range,
sees frontiers of distant lands
The blue rim of the horizon
stretches beyond its beginning,
haunting spectres of banishments.
The eye of the exile
reads the blooded refrains of
......
The eye of an exile,
a kaleidoscope of piercy range,
sees frontiers of distant lands
The blue rim of the horizon
stretches beyond its beginning,
haunting spectres of banishments.
The eye of the exile
reads the blooded refrains of
......
Alien interpreters with long, grey beards
predicted the astonishments of the heavens.
Swallows migrate southwards
to the trial precincts of committed
visionaries – they swore dinosaurs
were here once.
A star shoots the length of
night sky in one long-tailed, silent trumpet of message.
Within eons of a blazing, returning
comet and epochs of swollen annihilations,
......
Noctilucent creeping ones garrison
The winding paths on the eve of hanging day.
So are the nubiferous skies, yielding fluidlights,
Anti-Satanic and humorous
Gentle drums on the spine of the village
Aid the tramping feet.
And from us here in the horsewhip-guarded
Kennel, prayers!
......
Drums for us, the wasted Masters
Catafalques for them, covetous Generals.
How far have they gone in wasting us,
In ruining our harvests —
Bloodsucking Generals with shrivelled scrotums?
Crowned predators.
Embellished idiots.
Distinguished poachers —
......
A broken mirror, shattered and dispersed,
Reflects mangled images of stooges
And incoherent looters of national treasures.
The soul of a nation, so broken, so dispersed,
Plunges head above waters into distressed,
Calamitous caverns of the deep.
Bubbles rustle from tumults fomented through
Throats of riparian greed, when the fishy plots
......