Anger Hangs

Whilst anger hangs on boughs Where does hatred hie? I saw hatred hie Into a thorny cave and Stealthy hie As the Figure of Judas passed by. Vale on vale, mountain That rings with cow-bells, Climbing, to the dense Clouds ever-reaching Ever-nearing To the dense clouds To the dense clouds Corn bending for It was night; the waters Were lusting; the little Snow that was left In the highest peaks Was melting. Ovum and egg of civilization The brain begetter too Master-general self-appointed Yet as of merit Not lacking Though In ever-need of ever-increasing Forces. Again I saw the Figure of Judas It does come but be gone As soon as it comes – Seconds – light flashing And going and tempest rains That peter down on Roaring tempest gales and Bursting clouds Roaring lightning Ever Till a wide-smiling rainbow The cruel patch-work Sever. And night on parallel train Voyages to The end. As Dawn begins, begets Her light and smile And waking and tempest-vanishing Too Be on the same train Parallel.