Blood Feud (a poem)

I don’t know how this war started

but I know its ultimate end –

blood feud over pieces of land,

lustful for riches in the sand,

exploitation of earth,

mass machines churning

in desolate fields –

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Night Terrors (a poem)

We snake thru the glorious night,

red lights shining in angry eyes

searching for honey that’s in the

blood-fields, the tundra that’s

thawing as spring comes upon us

like hell-fire visions –

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