This is for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats Challenge, Day 8. The quotation called for blood and violence, though I much prefer singing stars.
‘The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;’
They marched and fought
sought gold and wrought
a hellish place from what was paradise.
Sliced bodies through and through
because god was on their side, they knew,
so stopping their ravage only to ravish,
to stake their claims and to establish
there as blood fell upon the land
their claims, as it flowed red upon the sand
in an extensive eternal tide–thus dispensed,
forever drowning innocence