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Tuesday, 21 January 2025

For Ray Hill (draft II)

 


Yaxley barb & searchlights Olympia Rally

I must hear loudly the vetches of headlands 

fall on my body, whitey cramps

my spine these vassalages

I do not know how I was covered in ice 

& gone suddenly to pathological fantasies 

churned by hooks half inside fraternising 

counter conspiracies circling 

their own stitious cults polity protected 

& not me when the underworld emerges 

dominates the sane 

into the children of the Devil 

the next exorcism I call it 

the Killing of my Person 

now I take my leave

create ferments, discords & hostilities

debilitate the public mind 

to the melee of nameless felonies 

little immitudes & new geopolitical

stealth hybrids on rim acquis

satin rose petals 

every cell & gene 

the EU devotes 

all the passionate fervor of a senile lover

who sacrifices to his lust the ultimate shadow

of an illusory dignity 

on every tangled Groupthink 

everything is finally lost 

under aegis of stoned plight

Morals & Kingdom 

the Strong & the Righteous  

& the Invincibility to be the minutes of a

secret meeting scrawled communiques    

into Palaces & City Walls

from counterpane bloodrakes

near a stock of petrodollars 

falls into my hands like snowdrops 

if we are not careful we shall be glad to die

Yaxley breach,, 

as the skin re-ruins 

& murders all in total predation

& slander kills my dead name dead 

this not-dying

Yaxley in arms borne & changed

no less than five times in the morning

marked with sprigs of acacia 

the Last of the legitimate 

Street Protest Groups, 

insides itch a small fraction of this code

for the onslaughts of our enemies 

a mere night arranged for Darwinism, 

a poll tax demonology

Bookmarks & the flesh of pedos glued 

to itself 

heavier than life 

& renege the press 

the weapons in our hands 

prepares the ground 

limitless merciless vengeance, 

prepares the ground

hatreds & malice

prepares the ground

& it is from us 

that the all-engulfing terror proceeds 

& sometimes you think

a version guzzles as it sees 

A Yaxley precious & horizontal

coiled on macadam,

imagine crushing vanes 

on their necks

or a flag gets burnt 

& pinned to skin 

i.e. cannot be used as a valid name

& no forgiveness 

as if given new life