An august gale swept dry this morning’s dew, br The great eye opened through new sands of yeast, br Dry pools of cloud strimmed west with whites anew, br And from lost earth two creatures came to feast br Inside each other, such moves nature’s course; br The pools have pulled apart, blue clouds will cry, br The age is almost here; green cease of gorse, br Soon budless rocks will rule, born dams will dry. br We vampired oil; dark generation mud br Of Mother’s fathers, her ten history’s life, br She’s willed it so we’ll drown in blood; br When wild with rape we’re blind to vengeful strife. br It’s coming now, my rapist friends, beware: br Her mercy eye looms closed – her wrath boils near.