Old gods

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  • Published 20220428
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-71-9
  • Extent: 264pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

Our old gods      they are called false      they are cut from the land
like a mountain      nothing holds firm the earth      the hand will rise up
striking us clear      we are pestilence      we are dust shrugged
skin stripped      a back the feet a heart      cry as the land cries
they mean to kill us      hinking hoping      the land will be made new.

 

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