Clinging hard metallic walls br with veins sucking sweetness from little br leftovers trickling down br the gorse stayed dancing between br open spaces of hell and heaven. br br Death like tussle with elements br yellow blooms suckled pollen br from air vents travelling in the streams br passing within reach br shedding its seeds into the waiting br arms of rare tourist birds br sojourning in the skyways br of distribution and danger. The gorse br started small, spread quickly br and took over the countryside br with no one watching. br br The caliphate was born br under the black hood of death br and the guns aimed at all br with scimitars of control br too late to stem br or seep the spreading venom. br br Whole armies now sacrificed br on the altar of ideals. br The crusades will begin again. br br © Marshall Gass.