Grimbeau

Find a strange land,

concrete, not a fancy,

Not a nation,

Nor a state or both,

where confusion breeds

dissemblance and misery.

A realm glimpsed,

enjoyed only without torment,

or opposing the beast.

Secure and safe, warm and dry,

without fear or favour.

Impossible! That can never be.

Whorled walnut tree

Makes the sticks

The brickburner supplies the bricks.