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A line is drawn in misled blood
Where Western symbols fall
As ancient leaders shape the seed
In factories of flesh

The ostensible goat begins to dance
To screams of oven ready families
And industry still milks the bile
And grows upon the fallow land

A nameless soldier chooses flame
The agent of our broken seal
When borders run and colours fade
The prisoner is freed

The limits of the system known
The goat looks to his burning throne
And bargains for a sweeter deal
Then once again feeds the machine

A seed is spread the craft complete
And in retreat the holy fall
The panic of the cattle spent
They swear allegiance to the dust

[George.Wright]

A few reflections on the dark arts? ie the Goat and the Craft?
Poem is very nice
georges