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So it’s come to this; all virtues a-rusting, grotesque form reforming,

rain-stained walls adoring, as they swarm along their pipelines

The air’s all diesel and Dal Bhat, murmurs and muttering

This places needs sheep like a hospital needs the sick; perpetual purging,

but it keeps things ticking over, scrambling over so much priveleged rubble,

the caustic hangover of our shame-ridden yesterdays

The key’s in your clock, burnished firebox, and wound; strike while the iron is

shod, hour after hour they plod

Oscillations profuse — into the clamour they sound, all tarred and feathered

and set alight; Restless giants, sodden steps in the dusk, and the klaxon

resounds in their charred, scattered husks

I built my scaffold about the crux of matter, imbruing red in old sand paper

«Just scrape off the sin and eat what’s left, darling!» Feed the flesh

Feed the flame

Drive the swine of Gergasa into the bitter waves under the frenzied mule to

scavenge; infirm, decrepit beggars

The rivers are swallowing their own tongues again, gagged with the overripe and

spoiling

Their years, drawn up from the potential well, with a gurgling like melting wax

cylinder; Such triviality! Such inconsequence! What are the Polybotean to God?

Organic chains without pretence

Carbon murderous, soot-feathered and ripe

A dwelling for the void of vision, vapid and finger-pointing, more propagation

than gestation

A sad finale, played off-key; cruel vaudeville, for sure

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