Alchemisland

Got the kit for shrubs

Pen ink and nugs 

I reach for what’s above 

Past the low hanging 

Past the downward flowing hat 

And pendant hair of the hanged man

Backwards planet, up rises Atlantis 

Six million Jews gassed back to life

Limbs reattached with a surgeon’s knife

Bright night and dark day

Solarwolves at nightsun bay

Rubbled walls soon reconvey 

Height enough to stymy rays

From dusty scree to lofty cee

Millions revived during World War melee

Vitalising gases, healing sore lungs of blister masses

Polarising madmen, whose bitter crimes go backwards.