Alchemisland

Can’t prove a negative, up to shit and Jesus Wept

Texts me about going out but I ain’t up to it

Kip and a spliff everyday, can’t kick the whiff of that green shit, stiffening

I take as many hits as a punchdrunk boxer, worry someone is listening

As I’m listing off names of enemies in the kitchen, drill on the radio

We tracked the payload to a ground-floor flat in Cabra

The night before, my droogs went and iced the camera

In the crammed vehicle it’s like a clown car, agape and camaraderie

Nowhere else I’d rather be, after I shoot he’ll be blowing pink raspberries

Straws he’s grasping at but his hands are clammy, greasy fingers gripless

After, I ripped off his nipples with a switchblade as the witch bade

Splayed out, displayed for divine disgrace, absolved of grace, site arranged

Arraigned by the man, hated by the creator, hated in every nation 

Spells I learned during a spell in Asia, time displacing demon liaisons

Won’t tell me where they’re from, I intone and smoke a bone of leaf

To increase my seer potency, corpses for demons to graze on

Soon there’s no skin, only bones it lay on, they’re on it gobbling no delay

Before decay invades and makes the sacral meat unsafe

Once done the corpses are girdled with bronze chains

Famished bog eats everything

There, with the lazybed digger’s dropped trowel

And halved chariot wheels splintered by Fomorian spears at Moytura.