Treasure Island

Terence G. Craddock

(Westport New Zealand)

Rot In Heartwood Beehive


rot is in heartwood
drones fill beehive
termites eat rapid

termites eat foundations
termites eat thoughtless
termites eat without ethics

termites eat work solid foundations
termites eat hungry cannibalize
termites ravenous devour rig cage

rot starts with shift share market speculation emphasis
rot starts with sly set net paper profits nothing produced
rot starts with stripping selling nugget assets overseas


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Monday, April 14, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 14, 2014

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Written in April 2014 on the 14.4.2014.
Split image from the poem 'NZ Government Termites Feather Own Caps' by Terence George Craddock.

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