winter wood thyrsis
beat the wind’s time
ambers arsoned
to ember
canker caissons
dismembered
rage agiaries
upended
the year’s phoenix
all rendered
downdraught-flexed copses
back on the climb
28 March 2007
NB “beat” is the past tense not the imperative.
it’s because
vespering Venus
and an annular
pared moon
align with
the set sun
as if designed
by a cosmic
kinetic jeweller
and the heavens
are symmetrical
as nothing
on Earth was
that speaking
animals
abandoned
swards of words
for galaxies
of number
to start
map-reading
time with
and eventually
make
from phases
of metal words
and machine-tooled
maths
anything like
a Lucifer
and falling moon
Osney Oxford
20 March 2007
the British are just
the West Dutch
Britain’s their
Great Batavia
they only go Celtic
to pretend otherwise
what’s wrong with being
commercial and Dutch
with refining
quiet spirit from gold
we are all their
Afrikaners
top-hatted slouch-hatted
lemon squeezered shot-gunned
Bibled and bird’s nest-beaded
adamant women-commandoed
we can’t live on corpses
whose identities
we assume
Osney Oxford
16.3.2007
light all too much like
freshwater on plants
dark reflected day
in globes more than dew
gave the rained-on place
the time-spaciousness
of a drop unrun
Osney Oxford
6 March 2007