Rape seed

Great swathes of golden madness
Brimstone at it’s hue
Often in the wake of harvest
Dead hares glare at you
Open eyes stare skywards
At The toxicity
rape for me a ghastly term
Where the sunless tend to be

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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