… and we march up to the mountains
With our torches
Wielding picks and wires
We shall take the world by storm
With little more than sparks and fires
We will do all that our hearts desire
when we lay claim to the lands
that once belonged to the skies
So bring your spades and pliers
There will be light in sight
It will be [...]

Her hair was once lush
Her skin dewy
as the early day
She used to greet me with a smile
and she would say
How do you do?
 

But now there she lays
Her legs splayed
Wasting away
Her gift of life stolen
From the caress of her thighs
Slayed and flayed
Her empty gaze
Sullen and soulless
Dwells on yesterday
and she faces what lies ahead
 

Images by Jason Koxvold.