Trebuchet
What castle
rises bone above black bone
from solar
fields of barley, wheat, and grain
where poor men
flee the breath of wars that hone
their great
white teeth on profit, death, and pain?
What tower
climbs the hill with such a glow
that peasants,
blinded by its brilliant rays
grope
naked-armed in valleys far below
where darkness
becomes greyness for their days?
What wall
impregnant stands around the world
with stretching
arms that span from sea to sea
where children
crouch in holes with fingers curled
‘round rocks
that crush and snap skulls easily?
O Trebuchet!
Swing wide with all your weight
and match them,
stone for stone and hate for hate!
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