Despotisms

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I: THE MOTOR: 1905

From hedgerows where aromas fain would be
  New volleyed odours execrably arise;
  The flocks, with hell-smoke in their patient eyes,
Into the ditch from bawling ruin flee:
Spindrift of one abominated sea
  Along all roads in wrecking fury flies
  Till on young strangled leaf, on bloom that dies,
In this far plot it writes a rune for me.

Vast intimate tyranny! Nature dispossessed
  Helplessly hates thee, whose symbolic flare
Lights up (with what reiterance unblest!)
  Entrails of horror in a world thought fair.
False God of pastime thou, vampire of rest,
  Augur of what pollution, what despair?

© Louise Imogen Guiney