Watermelon – 13th December 2024

The fertile soils know nothing of humanity
As it is tilled into dust
Masses of molecules, ambivalent
To all the partitions discussed

Oblivious to gods, watermelons grow
In amongst the shouts
The squawks of the barbarian
Echo along the valley of doubts

Bring another flood to wash clean
The fields of blood
Plant the watermelon seeds
In this god-forsaken mud

Never mind the river or the sea
There’s no mountain owned
All the king’s horses and men
Will see the kings dethroned

3 thoughts on “Watermelon – 13th December 2024

  1. “The fertile soils know nothing of humanity
    As it is tilled into dust
    Masses of molecules, ambivalent
    To all the partitions discussed” – Indeed. It’s all become an apocalyptic wasteland, fertile with bodies.

    It doesn’t make sense to say I enjoyed your write, but I would encourage you to keep writing, Shaun.

    πŸ‰πŸ‰πŸ‰ And I love this painting.

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