Beam unto Saint John

(Rider’s Cross)

A new place called Hero Where we accept crosses of Darling And temptuous ballots of abandoned Rod At Sussex, Where it rains milk Leaderless without you And that stream by the river Gave you stories And a starbell- Worth hearing

Even at rest For the home of war Was Aberdeen- The kind one Who accepted soldiers While raining violets And speaking sentiently Of some virtual machine Open source Yet lethal Or EULA Yet fatal

Brakehorse Hotel For Eurasia And hope upon the rocks We drilled for war So made it happen Til Monday

-Espoo