you sink your fences
into sand and clamp down on
nameless lovers reckoning
with your blind ambition
sharpening swords
to hurtle across aboriginal plains
for the glory of pronouncing
yerself a man, a god, a king
of a crumbling facade
but no stars will bear your name
when the silver slinging fairies
wipe the swollen tears of bleached centuries
from the original face of eve
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