Bloodlands

To speak of blood
     what is in it
what feeds it
     what raises it
its metaphysical weight
     the price of it
the thirst for it
     the lack of it
 
 bloodied beauty
      of the red rose
 of a red sun sinking
      below the horizon
whether the making
      of good or bad blood
the tangled bloodlines
      that bind us together
that set us apart
       the war and peace

John Lyons