Of a Strange Nature

Take thy forfeiture
In the cold chill
Of a crimson dawn
Shylock revisited
On the land
That time forgot

Away, away
Lest dawn creep
Lightly into day
Away, away
Lest sons begot
Stand not the fray

A pound of flesh
Beyond reason
Amid the city
That stands beside
Cardboard houses
In place of dreams
Gone by.