CATAIDIEA

‘he mug of darkness lowers at half mast

Blotting the blood-stained kdemglypha with eyes Strained from the smoke, the flares. the mt-tat-tut Of guns’ incessant speech. A madden 11111

Pans wind on huh , betoleene from far hills

The ones who rest--oh unbelievably Agirlwhoreststiredheedoneeeyern

And sleeps encircled by her own heart-beet.

Butane, greysnakeswhe twietand eqnirnou:-way Promlnuptoeoddenknunp. rollinahele

O1’, slime. scarring our knees to keep enh-

For us horizons reel. groping for a centre.

Stu-s burn in whirling sockets overheecl-

we wrench ouraelbes over the lat temh. down Down. dam in scurrying scramble tossed

‘rewards lost lines. lost outpoati. lost defence...