Does thou not love me anymore?
Within these sands of my existence,

Time hath called you to me:

You stomp. A golden bull in my arena -
A glittering condor in mine eye.

What secrets: holds my sand! My child?
Lived the Ocean here before?
Sandy Babylon Shore:

Some pontificating writer
Spit in mine eye and called me a Whore.
Sad, so sad!

Does thou not love me anymore?

'An’ Hark' ‘A reply in double Babel spack’

Feach this whore
I don’t wanna her no more
gonna withdraw
race to my shore
I'm so sick of her.

Aided by technology -
I’ll trap all the Sun, Wind and Water:
All I can hoard. Build me a New World
Without the veins found in you Whore.

© Calac

Feach. Gaeilge: Look.

Chris Lane

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