A Lost Kind Returns

Krummes Holz gibt auch gerades Feuer Crooked logs make straight fires [Work with what you have.] Downcast eyes scan; the larger fear’s in deeds. Germany thrives on the allied dollar having culled the herd; they bank euro collared. I, remnant of the tribe of David, take heed. Full, again, of pride, the German strides bold as brass across the pristine Alpine scene, offering migrant shelter in line with its own future needs as need coincides. Who will be the tinder, the next confined and the fly to the spider’s gruesome tale. Prominence ignites dominance, the grail binds with the golden eagle enshrined; it blinds, yet, how few the choices, the wretched wail; the tempted homeless yearn within the gale. Published by Page & Spine 2016