Very Bad Archive
The New Tenants
Steve Brown
Though light retreat from darkened temple,
And man bequeath his soul to air,
She,whose womb spat out our first blood,
Takes long repose to seed repair
As echos fade and hilltop rumble,
And the Earth spews forth into the air,
The green men come in tubes of iron,
To pitch their tents and flag pole here.
Steve Brown has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Steve's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Steve's latest works: