Una Esclava En Venta
She sits alone amid the milling crowd, head bowed in shame
To hide her burning tears.
A placard round her neck shows age and name:
Rhodon – a rose, and barely eighteen years.
Great Orb Rising
Pale moonlight, cold sphere
Night’s skies, dark and clear.
Distant stars lighting
This Thing -
This Feeling -
That she gave to me,
Or I took …
Etude For Didgeridoo
Boom bada | boom bada | boom bada | boom bada
Hmm huh | hmm huh | huh huh | huh huh
When thunderous roars that shake the land
Hurl rocks out from the fires of hell,
And through the air, with mighty force,
Until they shatter on the ground