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Category: Poetry

Beasts Must Stick Together

Said the old beast to the young: Unless you make a hollow of yourself There will be no room for the gods to dwell inside of you.

The House of Cold Rain

To join our essence and consciousness with the world was once the common inheritance of humanity. Now, it can only be found in the hinterland, the lands beyond. Beyond techno-industrial society. For what is there to join with in concrete and steel?

Uber Alles

A poem about (sub)urban youth, political carelessness, contradictions and the criminal justice system. (From Rex Butters)