of petrified drips, bleeding through time.
A slab of meat flung onto the bones of this land,
over its sores, its much burned earth...
Salt bushes rub barren black sticks beneath a steely blaze of sky.
And all the sheer pain seems to - any time now -
press the colossus up beyond its foundations
to make it roll towards our white and dreamless fears
with the inhuman, uncompromising consequence of
rock: Core gathered wrath come alive!