every woman adores a fascist -- sylvia plath

Monday, January 01, 2007

Lesser men rule over the middle lands

Lesser men rule over the middle lands
striving to own my imagination.
They dig for my loam but I yield dry dust.
I depart their lands, resisting their ways.

A wanderer--forsaken, exiled--
I find my way with ancient poetics
To a new land of old discoveries
once ruled by great men and divine gods.

But I am alone in the new found place—
It lies razed and empty. Forgotten.
My heart burns to return home--to find peace.

At once found and lost, hopeful and hopeless,
I seek a land I will never have.