Undone
All day working the field beneath the cold mountain.
Whilst I'm ploughing I can't hear the water falling.
Ignition off, I reflect on urban problems.
The heron staggers by above my head.
The cold ground is hard with frost and rocks.
All day like a Tang sage in these abandoned hills.
All day struggling with buried doom.
I think I'm close to giving up if my intention
Was to gain support for my vision.
I'm alone.
The West wind howls like a tortured bitch. Idiots
Conceal the trap they're in..... telling themselves
It's a pleasure to reflect on mental trash...but who
Found inner bliss without first kicking
The inner-junk habit.
Back to a fourteenth century feud still staining my mind.
Those castle towers which calmly mock the simple fields
Are nothing but a mask of mannars praising the ugly
Twists and turns of a murderous blood-based vanity.
I look up to your splendid looking pennants
And learn as I bend low, the secrets in this wind
Your famous coat of arms doth ride again.
Yes you, you couldn't take my silent scorn
Of your pretended strength. You've never learnt one lesson
From my master Death. Instead you blotted out each time you met;
So your fear-fed scheming mind...as cold as your bright sword...
Let you down that day we met outside your castle walls.
With one sharp glance from me...your act was slashed...
Then `your' castle and I
fell
From your hold.
You know the truth, don't lie you fraud. T'was your own self
You glimpsed look at you through my eyes. Your own self
Which witnesses the cowardly way you torture your heart
Upon the rack of your poisonous pride.
We'll not meet in flesh till you're undone!
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