Standing at the gates, a Lamassu
Second rate your llama zoo
Te llamo who?
The ark the ark upon the waves, below the graveless dead unsaved and unsavoury
Doubt is a slavery, that God didn’t make me, doubt daily rapes me
The voice guiding this vessel perilous, this violent earth; the sons of Pelias
Dripping, Noah upon the deck whose nakedness is as a gorgon’s mock
Waves knock her clinkered sides, withershins the many miles out here are noughts
The troubled lineage is severed from the healthy seed as if by glaive heaven wielded and welded
The saved, he says, will erect a shrine where the lance of the first new sun shines
Below deck the children of nations, the nations of children, the notions of children, casting coloured stones to divine
The Will of one who is this Will in mind, this Will of mine, will mine
Amount to anything or sink like the rest, bubbles at other end despite trying level best.
First frost the glass loud grass of term’s final class, stripped trees crass
First frost no sign of Nixon; Nick busy with nixers, his son’s new Nikon acquired
Footfalls the Christmas Father’s arrival; sliding slates that Nick’s on
Tinsel from a Cornish mine guarding branches like an aggravated serpent
Money lent is money spent, bidden guided arghoslent
All lights and dazzle and illusion of overeffulgence, angel topped the baubles on
Babylong ting the cold cuts still years away from serving time
My vengeance a henge’s patience strengthening below the lights
How he makes bank – growsmaryJ and grime, alchemy infinite dimes
The drank distilled the field is tilled the low stone chair where Corn Kings are killed
Brine in great store the abating storm the form of land from denseclouds born
Hark hark the height of land, hard by here the Isle of Sharks.
Couch of cudchew NPCs, clapping festive idents on BBC
Could you fill an empty seat with all the things they do not see
With plastic guns I BB see but the Old Bill seek APB
John Lewis advert is your year’s emotional highpoint
Stand the one named Spartacus but only I point
Mystical blood thrilling from a wound, the legionnaire’s enchanted spearpoint
Waves at seapoint inviting gooseflesh on Christmas morning, homefires warming
Cold bird in cooling vat, eating bird in nearby flat, bold cloud hues warning
Unmask wolves before counting sheep, wolf wakes when farmer sleeps.
Alchemisland 
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