An august gale swept dry this morning’s dew, <br />The great eye opened through new sands of yeast, <br />Dry pools of cloud strimmed west with whites anew, <br />And from lost earth two creatures came to feast <br />Inside each other, such moves nature’s course; <br />The pools have pulled apart, blue clouds will cry, <br />The age is almost here; green cease of gorse, <br />Soon budless rocks will rule, born dams will dry. <br />We vampired oil; dark generation mud <br />Of Mother’s fathers, her ten history’s life, <br />She’s willed it so we’ll drown in blood; <br />When wild with rape we’re blind to vengeful strife. <br />It’s coming now, my rapist friends, beware: <br />Her mercy eye looms closed – her wrath boils near.<br /><br />Sean Godley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-rapist-friends/
