With this cross we stake our claim Raise our stone god on the now broken land The river which poured us hungry, fierce across the prairies Now lolls at our feet One arm of this cross Thrusts west Peaks impregnable now train-tracked traced in children’s colouring books The other arm aims east, shoots the nodding…
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They say the sunset of life is meant to be A golden season of serenity But the sunset clause of life, is a killer They say there’s many a good tune played on an old fiddle But who the hell wants to be played like a fiddle To have your ancient guts scraped by…
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Photo credit Peter Law https://unsplash.com/@retepwal When I was a child I thought he was a giant With his arms he moved whole trees And animals tenfold his weight He lorded over – they went where he willed He worked from dawn to dusk And at his command Horizons changed from gold to black A humongous…
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