(Twmp)
Awkward footholds
jar my ankles
Free air
trips on flint and chalk
Buried here ‐ sacred stones,
a carved codex, hessian, rags,
woodcraft and stretched sisal.
Hidden words ‐ Our children
choke on your air ‐ Our cattle
succumb to your poisoned water

You abuse her youth
Your kiss offends her neck
She cries for freedom 
from your dreams