(For Su’eddie)
they have receded now
dark diluvian dirges
which fondled homesteads
caressed pregnant fields
leaving handprints of painthey have receded now
the exiles are back
to wrecked hovels
the earth battered but better
and the sun regained mastery
of the pitiless sky
at least for a while
caressed pregnant fields
leaving handprints of painthey have receded now
the exiles are back
to wrecked hovels
the earth battered but better
and the sun regained mastery
of the pitiless sky
at least for a while
they have receded now
soon
their draining echoes
will resound
in famished bellies pockets
as the old year bows
makes room
for the two-faced’s feet
they have receded now
soon
their bitterleaf memory
will be swept up stored
by fatcat masters
in underground rooms
unattended
till the dark songs’ return
