red gold bare

She wept red gold, or hair
Over saxony her pipes
Blare, eardrums flare.

All men (her lair laid bare
Scampered, hares
Hurried too aware.

Harried her heir
Smelt iron:  rust cares.
Under prodigious spiral stares,

She swept rare
Fields free of mares,
Hay-gold his wares.




(Hydrogen trains, Saxony)