Ante
In constant rile, defiled by poet’s post
On haltered horses readers crowd the gate.
We tether beast and swarm along the coast
Winged winter dies and intonates our fate
The sea has risen, spewing as a beast
A Dove appears and hovers clouded sky
A chosen Stallion offered up for feast
The Sea’s blood spills and martyred monster dies.
We cannot face the truth with massive hearts
We’ll die before we find what we have sought
Reality instead is blown apart
The million-headed beast is never caught.
The Land and Sea as Father, Mother raped
The justice lies in what the reader’s shaped.