'Heavy Echoes'

Married to the world

Anger echoes circular

Without end

Like a ring.

Steeped in disgust

The skin of a mass

without bombs

explodes.

Earth arches her back

She turns up the heat

Spits up the ocean

She stands to her feet.

A battle, a battlefield

The worst form of crime

Mass murder, revenge

or simply pastime.

The horror fuels madness

The dead never cry

We'll always remember

The days that they die.

13th July 2005