ForkWordPoems by Inchiki |
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Reports of a Disturbance in the heart A loose tongue spinning rhymes Reports of a disturbance in the heart The culprits leave images like loose scales Holding rude positions in empty spaces They betray nothing of their weight Soon it will be time to reveal their insides To those around who share the life ordinary Exposing in a sudden flash of neo-apostasy The full force of God and Politic - all at once - In horror that is an absurdity uncoiled Feeding on the sour fruit of human pain The thousands watching may feel immune But the seeds are dispersing with liberty From a tree grown high upon a rock in the sun Rooting in the foamy reason of men Whom we fear, but whose only threat May be the fear, if it rises to obscure The simple love they cannot destroy London whom we love, we are your tears Streaming down the streets of your white face That afternoon; we are your blood Drawn to you by the pulse of escalators And the golden pound in a blue massif Ran to the corners of your ruined glory Exhausted with the promises of nothing. We heard of a disturbance in the heart One ectopic beat - and we don't know The cloven-tongued goat or if his silence Dusts the body of the Creator for whom we suffer |
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