Monday, December 12, 2011

Moles dig holes


Moles dig holes


Crisp, the cryogenic scene,
A dawn upon a silent land.
Who goes there, foe ?
Friend who could swear an oath,
What scandal this to see,
A foolish, awkward, liability.


Beneath the promises come,
A work of deep dark secrets.
Work for aliens of peace,
Who would seek only praise,
Of men who pay assassins.


Ruth had felt the hand,
Of insipid trickery to hide.
A world of secrets unknown,
Saving no-one face, 'cept they,
The ones who own no shame.