Sonnets Before Surrender and The Building That Follows

The war refuses the head, below wasting in dead Rearing the front as storms fell the timbers rot Upheavals breast, shorn and filled in neglect Lay useless she had cried, allow dimple and deny Tis only folly we are joined from, seasons blurry Contemptuous fury, theatrical brevity, lifeless Burning misery, hasn’t all gone and come Just so fiddle and spun, as garnish and lathe Without soured breads fortune, and curled ears late Forever they attend, a hearts creative bend And rule they must, alas at lose in unbreakable crust He in hand created this land, in tales of ferried rows Gentled slave we musn’t hate, crucible’s labors as knave In there buildings, craving and fighting, loud and obscene Fruitful as flies, multiplying night skies Crying babes of violence, unruly and brutal Off again we should shout as they, steam filled hovels in suet