Betrayed

The earth is an old woman

In travail, in throes of agony,

Birthing, not the shining god she dreamed--

Her rightful heritage--but a horror-child

Sired by lust and hate and greed.

The earth is an old woman, weeping

For she has been betrayed.

The Searchlight

To My Enemy

To you my enemy I give

My thanks, for you have been the fount

Whose waters bade me rise and live

In purer air upon the Mount

Above hate's binding prison-bars

To build a citadel of stars.

Candor