The animal garden <br />Is now a murder-hole. <br />Language was always the Labyrinth. <br />Civilisation is striving, spurning <br />starving, burning <br />mass graves and marble tombs, <br />wonderful wine and no-one to drink it with <br />but the Black Riders <br />the achievers, civilised dealers <br />in death, machine-mad <br />half-controlling the machine. <br />They are the forms of desire <br />(suppression of grace, the soul's death) <br />stencils of men, <br />power-bleak, power-black <br />teeth in the maw <br />of perpetual war <br />against Nature and grace <br /> <br />as the planet of pain and vainglory <br />hurtles through space.<br /><br />Anthony Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-motto-of-capitalism-enough-is-not-enough/
