.
going down to Berzerkaland
to find ourselves our Trollip
we found instead
a dead little lad
and a father
unconsoled
SheWithNoName had buried him
among the turnips and peas
he had no blood
he’d found no green
and a mother
slashed and raped
hightailing it back Noman’sland
gathering fire and water
we took a stand
a lightening bolt here
a flooding there
goodbye, Berzerkaland
welcome home, dear Lovelight
it’s all good
some days the rains come down
to wash our spiders out
out comes Love Sun
to dry up all the rain
so our cute little spiders
will up the spout again
good thing
we’ve learned
to ride
a geyser
.