The living can assist the imagination of the dead
Against the surgey of the sun a high metaphor
Motives remain opaque
Hawksmoor churches are mediums
Filles with the dust of wooden voices
The taste of metal in his mouth
The iron and the fire
There are brilliant images at the edge of consciousness
We cannot replay them
Thick tongues and radio voices
The dead speak too fast
Pages of skin dry on hedges
Each torn heart returned to the sun
The living can assist the imagination of the dead
Haunted dock and light upon water
Slaughterhouses fly-curtained rooms
On this step we are without weight
London's dream our oracle the moons and the towers
The living can assist the imagination of the dead
Kotope in fear plunges through ancient systems
His Rolls Royce Corniche cruises the eastern city
Climbs the path of hedgerow cures the window locked
A heater fanning ankle hairs
Saffron Hill to Herbal Hill (spectre of Chatterton)
The domes of the city hump him
A spine running south from the Angel : Penton Mound
Merlin's Cave Percival Street Saint John Street Old Bailey
The Temple
Crusade routes and masonic handshakes
Cross-grip of bandage fires of Smithfield
The mould in the ground the trapdoor
Retained slow drip of architect power
Mysteries that made my heart too small to hold its blood
How to find the path again the Tao
No way the gates close in his face
Ludgate Newgate Aldersgate Cripplegate
Bishopsgate Aldgate carnage and mutilations at Moorgate
Death is east a sullen sky
Vision falls to the west
Dying sun is hooded forbidden
To the crow the spoils
To the maggot the fat picking of Empire
To the crow the spoils
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