Does thou not love me anymore? <br />Within these sands of my existence, <br /> <br />Time hath called you to me: <br /> <br />You stomp. A golden bull in my arena - <br />A glittering condor in mine eye. <br /> <br />What secrets: holds my sand! My child? <br />Lived the Ocean here before? <br />Sandy Babylon Shore: <br /> <br />Some pontificating writer <br />Spit in mine eye and called me a Whore. <br />Sad, so sad! <br /> <br />Does thou not love me anymore? <br /> <br />'An’ Hark' ‘A reply in double Babel spack’ <br /> <br />Feach this whore <br />I don’t wanna her no more <br />gonna withdraw <br />race to my shore <br />I'm so sick of her. <br /> <br />Aided by technology - <br />I’ll trap all the Sun, Wind and Water: <br />All I can hoard. Build me a New World <br />Without the veins found in you Whore. <br /> <br />© Calac <br /> <br />Feach. Gaeilge: Look.<br /><br />Chris Lane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/does-thou-not-love-me-anymore-babylon-speaks-babel-talks/
