Alchemisland

No more bakers, no more millers No more worship observed diligent The indecent and indigent full of fiery spirit Prayers, unto choruses of snorting and derision No more good news, no more holy missions From everburning forges acrid emissions The act of breeding now requires permissions Broken hearted, He of the fishes All love owed…

Once-wonderful garden now blighted and untended Final moments of a Creation sworn never to end The lure of that red button: restart Smokelike clouds of stinging things swim into vision A time of division, when strictures are rigid Holy places, high places and pillared temples pillaged Yearlong winters, frigid and gelid Crops on which survival…

A timer filled with human eyes and odd slime filling slowly A lake of blood into which a pelted fish descends Hell’s denizens nest at its edge Those of the air swap with those of the hedge A gloam pledges to obscure the road to the henge Where for hope or revenge his growing followers…

Puzzling fogs descend from the fen Symbols, omens, signs of the end Grinding locks and cogs, ninth of ten Downward trends, a fallen crest  Millionth coin toss, lands on its edge Rains of remains, of sawed human veins, brain-coloured dawns Human-faced serpents survivors from antient time writhe in the Thames Pallid piles of bones blended,…