APRIL 2014

The War Dance: Scene 1

Garbed in a strange red
My river wished
To be caressed 
By my warmth
By my woman
Who loved it once
Singing a rueful song
A war lullaby
In its womb
A hardened piece of rock
Unsteadied the path
Of the North
A wind now blew
Rebellious, killing, stinging, robbing, raping?
Of none she knows
In her stead.

In the deepest, darkest core
Of a python's belly
Grew a soul-less devil
Ready to be born
In a vacuum 
Shapeless?