You’re an affirmation

Smiling crocodile land. Bloody fist of hell. But not my own.

Land measured in blows to the soul. In torture rows. More rise with the bloody sunlight. Many fall. Them, but not me. By my hand on my birthland. Tense battlefield. Can hear a pin drop, wait the next blow.

My dream lady of compassion. Land of honey, I do not know. Maternal love. Breast, your source, from which, tension flows into life affirmation. As honey into honeycomb. Your soul flows intwined with my own.

Pattern round which your honey flows. As it grows. Interwoven combs. Make hell an affirmation, as life grows under your spell. More, ergo, than life itself. Your compassion into my bloody hell. Itself. The blow can never sever.