A hole had opened up in the floor –
bridge rose from the river like
a dinosaur
with spine and legs
filling the niche
that had been overpreyed.
We always presumed
the darkest times
passed yesterday.
But there’s blood in the shallows
and there’s blood in the rain.
Faithful mother,
stalwart dad –
fibula and tibia
washed out in the sand.
We always presumed
the blackest times
had been the Dark Ages.
But there’s blood in the river
and there’s blood in the rain.
As the prophet told:
Love’s the only engine of survival
He said:
Love only
As the prophet told:
Love’s the only engine of survival
He said:
Love only
Only Love
Width is gibberish.
Height is madness.
The half and the quarter
grow shorter and shorter
they’re entering the pores,
infecting the order.
We always presumed
the darkest times
passed yesterday.
But there’s blood in the oceans
and there’s blood in the rain.
As the prophet told:
Love’s the only engine of survival
He said:
Love only
As the prophet told:
Love’s the only engine of survival
He said:
Love only
Only Love
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