The end of all rainbows Where mightiness ends Where mightier no longer lends itself To prolonging Rome. Let clefts And shelves and sheets and seas And peaks and marshes rank with disease Mark borders, beyond which no Roman feet No roman fleets No roman steels Shall seek to steal Or impose leanmaking tithes A screaming… Read more: Natural boundaries
He creates stirring Turner waves To smash survivors begging to be saved. Wakes to survey; enjoys fiery lakes forming in craters after quakes, Theirs the Hammer Saint, destruction-favouring devastator. To show them His favour and patronage he did send trials Job-fashion Ensured the icy fracture of the grand galleon That allied Belfast had fashioned After… Read more: Who writes the waves? Who plots the heat?
God’s fist gives the course of history its due licks. A sable legend kept fact and unalleged, unlegend By the protected ledgers of Protestation’s progeny, Whose sterner God wields a burning rod, And is leal to a hod wielder. God of field and of honest creatures Of the screeching pagan, the discreetly burned page Of… Read more: God the tinkerer
Night’s unsightly nail Picked away the scab of day Cold starfire the only light Styrofoam white moating your cidery irises I was inside you, tasted the dew of your White Lightning Empty cans strewn around the loud bag where we colluded Every sound unionised in pleasant fusion, we bled orgasm profusely. I thought of deep… Read more: The Lovers
Sage-healed wounds, though creation-conducive, proved inconclusive A sickly field all that remains perusably revealed of that place Strewn brick, fallen masonry, sprayed wit between teenager’s names Ruins age greened. Amidst scree, portions of faces yet pristine A remarkable austerity What of once-golden Rome Time permitted posterity The wind remembers when walls blocked this easy passage.
Alchemisland 
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