1. |
The Putrid Isle
05:05
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I wake to the sound
Of the stones falling out
From the bellies of fruits
Shrivelled grey at the mouth
And Albion’s shaking
And the bones of the sow
Will rattle and writhe
Til the tremors give out
Birds flee from the garden
Wire caught in their wings
There is something we’ve forgotten
Tremors moving through string
The sun has withdrawn
From this putrid isle
The flora has died
Sliding off into slime
The flies have all passed
Through the eye of the lion
And died on their sides
Turned to slurry and iron
Birds flee from the garden
Wire caught in their wings
There is something we’ve forgotten
Tremors moving through string
The beast’s skin is raw
Fetid, orange and red
Spilling filthy white smoke
From the crown of its head
And the little black flowers
And the snowflakes are dead
And all laid to rest in
A well salted bed
Birds flee from the garden
Wire caught in their wings
There is something we’ve forgotten
Tremors moving through string
Now
Seedlings push through
Sweet delicate babies
The Red Man lifts his shoe
Stamps them
Out
It’s 249
Piercing holes in the shroud
Streaked with the blood
From the pure puppy’s mouth
This Land is Your Land
is sounding too loud
To hear all the bells pulled from deep underground
Birds flee from the garden
Wire caught in their wings
There is something we’ve forgotten
Tremors moving through string
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2. |
Sadness Profound
05:09
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I have known
a sadness profound
buried these limbs
in a hole in the ground
sprung like a crow
from this god awful sound
and spilled over
clutching at thee
clacking jawbones
caterwaul ceaselessly
I have known
a sadness profound
caught like a mouse
in a coil tightly wound
strung like a flag
over burial ground
and shone from my eye
projections of thee
wind holograms
snatched away on the breeze
swallowing stones
that have sunk softly down
out through a membranous sole
clawing the earth
for a damp fallow trench
the rainbow that fell through the hole
I have known
a sadness profound
keened like a bear
to the ragged staff bound
locked in a waltz
but I can't hear a sound
fanged beings
descending on me
simulations
from a blood-run machine
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3. |
The Serpentine
06:40
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snakeskin opens wide
reveals the meat inside
gushing blood divine
uncoils
the serpentine
they are bleeding bright
an endless foaming blight
peridot divides
to birth
the serpentine
a shining mass of viscera
splayed along the ocean shore
rat boy petrified
spills poison from his eyes
death cannot define
or quell
the serpentine
up jacobs ladder high
the rungs all running dry
blood streams quietly by
to wet
the serpentine
nick is human-sized
she turns to gold and dies
the snakes wrap round her thighs
to form
the serpentine
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4. |
Othering
09:52
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There is something going on
A veil-invoking Metatron
over the palisade wall
the maker shot a seed in me
that's rooted fast through arteries
I'm in its thrall
There's a place that's parallel,
a bug bit sheet I cannot tell
from stars tied up in string
The agony is stifling
a poison-pronged
formless thing
Oh, Othering
Dislocation
I'd die to meld with anyone
The Angel's up and gone
I'd die to meld with anyone
There's no torture
greater than this
this padded chest
in which I'm fixed
Oh, Othering
I long to materialise
a chasm-closing
shining prize
a claw, a paradise wing
A membranous
and delicate shell
you may not reach
and must not tell
Oh, to split it with ease
A great weight circled
round my neck
to bow these bones
and drink this breath
Oh, Othering
Dislocation
I'd die to meld with anyone
The Angel's up and gone
I'd die to meld with anyone
Islands wearing mist
Othering
Here's a tongue to twist
Othering
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5. |
Potency
10:57
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My name is Percy Adam Lovell
I am at work on the ship canal
I rise at dawn to the ring of a bell
and us Latchford boys
for a long time have toiled
The earth is black on the flat of my spade
incisions cut through its wet body splayed
and I can feel every sever I've made
falling back
through a lifetime of soil
as I tear at a bedsheet of sod
I feel my eyes grow bleary and hot
and I dust grit from the glittering rod
a fistful of emeralds
and freshwater pearls
I wrap it well in a rust soiled tarp
I feel it rage through me in the bath
it moves to mute my cavernous laugh
and harden me
with an unearthly glow
now all the pain has flown from me
I rob Gram Galt of his famed silver teeth
I wear the town round my neck like a wreath
The sceptre of potency
There's a pressure in me wells
a force the sceptre cannot expel
it's in my ribs this suffering swells
and I can't speak
and I can't siphon off
It has been, love, such a long while
since all the lilacs withered and died
and I feel froze as our lad softly cries
fat and soft
does he feed at your breast
I feel the sceptre splitting from me
and in our boy it has burrowed its teeth
now in the glass of the emeralds I see
a hundred men
pinned to the tree
in bloody agony
the sceptre of potency
Father please be still
my synapses are firing
such lightning through my skull
has blackened all my wiring
Did we just fossilise?
Crusting? Gone before our time?
It's becoming clear
this ward you won't be leaving
the rod across my lap
will sap the balm of grieving
I want to feel my nerves spark
This cursed crab shell's gone dark
The sceptre of potency
snaps with a screech
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