Song Of Palestine – Voices Of Palestine
Find these voices of Palestine.
Breathe the folklore; olive-oil ‘n -wood; the love-song ‘n the poetry.
Hell between the aid trucks ‘n the nascent dawn…
The Evil Of The End Of All Things comes
inevitable on the heels of time!
T’ward th’lapwing th’baboon trots. Back to his shoulder she descends, as th’roaming dead assault the fens…
In his own hand (his left) he takes up a stalk. “Your red heart I’ll pierce, after tearing through your chest!”
Across America on wiccan wings, riding ‘pon the heatwaves of fiddle-fire!