Let their children dig for jewels
where rainbows touch the earth!
Our riches are found right here.
Bring square and compass!
We'll raise a white washed sepulchre for Solomon
and wrap our silken threads around this land of farms and factories.
We'll build a wall of secrets
and stand behind their cross,
adorned in ivy, rubies, gold.
Lay the feast! Savour
cinnamon and clove!
Eat your fill of meats and drink the finest wines,
as they tramp, heads bowed, shivering
outside.
Chris Wy
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