River of Death

A river of tears sweeps the ridge A river so vast like blue sky In which the living dead swim. As flows death like a river; It washes with it the rising sun Bright crescent in the eyes open. As the Nile flows, And so goes the Jordan, Downstream flows the fluid Leaving women of the world crying. As flows liquid gunpowder The staining of a chequered mosaic; A myriad of subtle people disabled Dead,alive,never or not at all In the gravy grandeur gander. When loaded boats never sailed The sight of light plane never flown: As wingless bird on borrowed flight This vampire with teethy machines Is awaiting to hail a foreign queen Just as a machine of grand death.