Clash of Tribes

Crest meridian

Searching seas and spines

Crushing crucible harnesses

Binding us in time

Great waves of repudiation

Do these graven tides turn

Clash of tribes unreconciled

Buried feet in burning world

Nearer is the place of ghosts

than childhood's heart in thee

No sooner would I pray for you,

than you would pray for me

Base stones lay overturned

Glaring truths stamped out

Caste of creatures under you

Their anger dost confound

Never shall two same poles meet

For never was it written

That so many predators

Could ever live so smitten

-J.C Adams