
Is it Mars, or Ares,
this armour of God?
Or maybe Woden
nailed to the ashtree,
reaching for runes falling
to the ground?
This present paradigm
emasculates me, turning
warriors in fugitives —
truth into myth
Copyright Francis 2020

Is it Mars, or Ares,
this armour of God?
Or maybe Woden
nailed to the ashtree,
reaching for runes falling
to the ground?
This present paradigm
emasculates me, turning
warriors in fugitives —
truth into myth
Copyright Francis 2020

I’ve read all the books
Digested them inwardly
How much do I know?
Copyright Francis Barker 2020

I don’t know what seems
Not what it appears to be
Slow reveal of truth
Copyright Francis Barker 2020

We like boundaries
Obliquely drawn transitions
Elements in truth
Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Truth needs no support
Lies need elaboration
Tear down the facade
Copyright Francis Barker 2020