(2018) 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.

2018

(Hydrogen trains, Saxony)