Hidden Works
Just a hint of twilight
Seasons every pie
And provides a highlight
In each blinkered eye
Against the sky
Lysistrata beckons
In a certain way
When the pilot reckons
On a fine old day
To haul away
In this dusty tombscape
Who shall swoon and spin?
Who the virgin's womb scrape
Mining from within
With holy sin
| Contributors: | Apsley, Surlaw. |
| Poem finished: | 15th December 2006 by Surlaw. |