Fissured seams-- shutter widens and catches Black foreground on sky Whirlpool current Order Yawning underneath Swallows Handel-- Cargo taken whole Into those eager stomachs Once more-- for all time Greedy serpents misspend hate With whips Bloodying their subjects’ once dry mouths Who offer, with that salty ocean Apéritif-- to quell nothing Their meal won't be had
MMXI
"... (We) have nothing to lose... (we) have a world to gain."