Ring Bearer Grey Suit

hate 'I'm a lawn that looks desolate wasteland

day ruined ...

Among the slender stems of perennial grasses
new look at rising castles.
hard rippling edges the lawn, fine
change state:
in hard concrete,
layer upon layer.
inlays of bone, meat
hard, you
staglian
horrendous metals in the sky.
note the new lords of the castles,
coats of a different world from mine.
"Look here,
affected by the bank,
am strong I am alive, with black
cash
enfeoffed me in the mountains."
At home I do
that is all mine, I sell it
the day after
and buy more there, I like to see

'I'm changing world,
hate' I'm lawn that looks like a wasteland "