Black Gold

My veins ran thick
with petrol
My rulers bled me
I fell as I was
felled before –
when I was
wood
and knew no
Evil

Pipes and Wells
ran like a Wen,
steel mosquitos
tore my
skin

Black Gold

My own no more
I mangled men
I spat their gore

Black Gold

Crushed and refined,
siphoned
and sold

Above,
this oriflamme proclaims
my woe, but
singing waters
move my mass
Below.