Alchemisland

At half three I am out riding and see the ghost train

I wait patiently but don’t see ghost riders in the sky

Gliders in the night, anonymous in our sight

Wildly spiralling inside the gyre, higher higher

A great Goliath comet streaked across a striped horizon

Swiping clean the filthy, needful Earth

Voidslung rock’s termagant persuasion, come from far flung places

Night-displacing slices of white hot lightning-like light fly from it

Mighty flight and mightier striking, the ne’er denied fist

The kiss which sees the Rabbi seized, affixed to a crucifix

Spiking into the ground, terminal descent

Turning us to a burning world, unto dust.