Obododimma Oha Windmills & mounted hostilities Riding down down down Roused, a dream in the rood Will charge the enlarged enmity The face you face the frame That rises from a script, The sight you slight the overwhelm Whose image/Nation melts the native pots So written from the margins So misread from the centres The translated identities still afloat Have beaten ploughshares back into swords Of raving knighthood in the kingdom-gone A...