01.08.25
03.08.25
Singing to dead thrushes
dead Moorgate rains ethanol fluid
turns mourning out of earth
staked out for
scatological rites of all nations
under corporate umbrellas,
staked out for
the fleshes of welded indices
for small pillboxes faith curls
in ludic circles
around my shotout mouth,
multiple deprivations re-slicing
a charred linnet buff
on NCP London clay
bellum mouth runs around
the deregulated Square Mile
Roman city boundaries
Corporation 65,000 cubic metres
of soil taken for Bronze
hares long-limbed more
CLC veneers this worlds
impenetrable silveredge,
so why be here? stiffing in the rain
swilling roseamouthed
buried under nightstars
cloudnines Carillon redots
I can see them
the regeneration scheme
has stolen our municipal chairs
again to share serving
as circuit breaker?
or burning words truest
slow curdle its light
jack-knifed like the bend
of a hockey stick wet-winged
brooding out bin-bags
to sing again rakethin
on an access threshold
a greater & emptier lease hypertrophied
apartment blocks occasionally sublime
'if there's a hell, I've lived to see it'
the Elected Representatives,
the Common Councilmen,
the Aldermen milk-paled,
the sallow sheriffs
& Lords from Medieval guilds
stuck behind your ears
a jasmine flower into the sand-drag
that blows the profoundest carrion
into your city quarter
its floor & traffic
& environmental zone.
