Hard to Love - For Letty

Hard to Love

Hard to love, when
Sixteen rounds of blood leaves
Everybody standing -
Lusting for another bell,
The crowd erupts,
Demanding sanguine
Measure - there is
No pleasure in the tide
That froths the shoreline,
Sucking life with every
Ripple. And the wails
Of dying seagulls are a
Distant, early warning
Of impending devastation
For this rock that
Was a nation -
Who do we demand
Today to lay down
Emblems of their toil -
Blood and perspiration
Soaking saturated soil -
Decades, years, to
Months and days
Someone honest has to pay,
To return balance
To the ocean - every
River of pollution
Is a round of desperation,
Knocking mankind to the
Canvas, in a fight that
Can't be won.

From Vapours of Promise, ISBN 1-59526-352-7