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The grey movements bare claw branches
Dazzling light over Lion & Unicorn
Radiates power thru window
Globes of light – orbed like eye-lens –
An Earth explosion howls and speaks to me

The world flashes
Swells and bursts and reveals
Wet footprints bulge in “O” shapes
Thick shadows like sharp black tongues
Fish-hooked barbed wire
Anti-clockwise snail greasy tracks
Trodden one foot on life,

Ave Maria frozen in the gutter
The window steams
And outside one man almost falls to his death,
Dead and bright garden tarpaulin pulled over – held down
By plank of wood, heavy wooden bush, the wooden garden and

Clean clean invisible air freezing cold.
The glowing hysterical road – Dies irae –
Is screaming as two people melt into the ground
Dancing the sky reddens softly
And awful lights of yellow and blue

Dean Street explodes in cataclysmic white,
Lion & Unicorn fight in the street –
Everything set low, the world turns dark.

Broken the full moon drools sit and smile on night
And morning the church is boarded up –
Spires shooting up like vines or weeds
Graffiti plastic bags and empty empty flat

Chimneys on flat hills with the fullest of blue sky
And dead pastel green soil and sick icy road.

Standing around and trainspotting
Then vanished from the air;
Marked wastes cold dark the damp smell:
The ruined
Blackberry

Living thru the eyes of others
Angel eyes I’ll refuse to pray
So you cannot damn me anymore,

Guns sharp swords in the hands of young children,
The air is whispering but the clock is talking,
Heartbreak I can’t change my violence,
Playing with the machine of creation:

See this bottle?
It’s not a bottle,
It’s a machine.

Will you marry it?
One of chief princes settles his violence
Red sky softens and rule of war begins.