The hair was just not right
The following poems are randomly selected from part B of the Garden series.
If you are patient, the whole story may appear. There is a doorway on this site, that will open to the poetry collection, both in context and complexity.
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
Kindaal's LureThe sole surviving Wigrae returned,
CommunicationsAll these great forces have united themselves,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
UprisingNever before has so many joined forces: