Lawless earth whereon the firemen burned,
Then fled, then thrice burned again; blood from
A bleeding brain, flowers where no flowers spring;
An ancient yoke now garroted around the penitent,
Crucifixion’s hour, benediction’s ring; abandoned
Plains of Babel nigh, where every wounded hearth
Did fall, bones strewn about the abbey, ancient
Grasses, undone sighs; screams from the drowning
Of the fairies, marching nigh unto the last gloaming,
The wretched left upon the wasteland, unmoved their
Pleading cries; enslaved to a flamethrower, an ape,
And a hyena with car batteries, duly cast upon
The offal, to collect the shards where dead dreamers
Lie; the hallowed brook, the soothing lullaby, the
Ineffable touch of an eye once sacred, all washed away
Unto the cataclysm, unbound the blood-red dawning