"On Diamonds In The Rough"

Fire is fire, and cold is cold,
and land and blood are bought and sold,
and all this time men none too bold follow
"diamonds in the rough."

Deep blue waves make wasteland black
and terror lurks on every back
while scavengers caught by their lack seek
diamonds in the rough.

Brutal eyes in brutal face
bear down on brown and brittle thighs.
Elsewhere virgins quicken pace,
and spread "bereaved," behooving lies.

And darkling suckles mother's milk
and bites 'til blood shows on breast.
Then mother sends it to its ilk
and hides her sins in burial chest.

Kind old man meets killer's knife
while wife lays in incest's bed;
and had the man not lost his life
the cuckold's horns would steal his head.

Here, hero may be heretic,
or honest truth be outright lie.
Most chaste girl seek rapturous kick,
and most used whore be bashfully shy.

But wasteland black holds deep blue waves;
terror tends to turn, and running, rave,
while scavengers find horrid bluffs
in most diamonds in the rough.

Fire is fire, and cold is cold;
flawed diamonds lead by bright fool's gold,
and bolder people tend to know
every diamond starts out rough.