Let it rain on the drought-shrouded terrains Let it rain on the meadow and her grains For the ’ember’ stare of the bridled sun Fiddles and suffuses our flaccid corn Let it rain on the paddock’s of the lake On the subtle ducklings and bickering drakes Beneath the bleak clouds and supine trees On eroded… Continue reading LET IT RAIN


Oh land… Your prophets smoke weed Then covet men’s treasured field They, travesty of righteous men Multiply looters in righteous mien You traverse lands and seas To pray that others might see Your deafening vespers Nothing but satanic whispers Have I not made you rich Why celebrate in the breach? Now your holy water is… Continue reading DEAFENING VESPERS