That Place

Land ahoy,

Land with ploy.

The wind skulks childishly,

The dark stumbles wonderingly.

The bright lives and thrives,

The dark lacks and adapts.

Reaches for riches,

Leaves to live.

Labour for day cut,

Dare refuse be cut.

The daughter floats over,

The laughter skips after.

The trembling foreign hand seeks,

Finds cause for innocence takes it.

The sure rip,

Between lips.

The cry of loss,

Murmurs soft.