4OE

Lining valleys like veins

in the arms of men

whose brains are fixated on

wool and linen.

 

Wire with teeth, or

charged like creek eels,

erected to prevent any

bastard who steals

 

your stock or your pride,

keeping inside, your world

where man is king and the

rest do as they’re told.

 

Cutting stains your name,

undoing what you’ve earnt.

Laying building muscle –

skin getting burnt.