A Sonnet Of Despair & Agony
“How else to stop those that cannot be stopped in mass manslaughter-murder…”
“How else to stop those that cannot be stopped in mass manslaughter-murder…”
Across America on wiccan wings, riding ‘pon the heatwaves of fiddle-fire!
Condemned by th’Jewish people it betrays.
She stands beside the water, watching all, her ethnicity in her hair ‘n hue.
Sunhat ‘n crabbing bucket – rock-pool girl! She watches where her sandaled-feet stone-stand.
Climatic clarity! Emergency emergent ‘cross – awash tsunamic – th’sea of consciousness…
Sunfire shines glist’ning through the scriptured glass to light the southern rose ‘n Yorkshire’s heart!
Flame-flick’ring fire of th’ancient dragon’s tongue callcries – Cymraeg! – o’er where the riverrun writes sediment’ry.
The dog-violet blends its colour in amongst the scattered sky, as light coursecrashes through the canopy…