Heads

- Primula
Heads
Over the wall.
We who were braced for
Weapons and fires of the East,
Weep with horror
For these missles
that do not
Burn.

Hands
That dishonored our
Brothers and our kin will
Reap the despair they have sown,
Yes, they will reap it
In full and they will
know our
Fury.