Lucifer Over London

The twisted wings and clouds unfold And the great page of He who feel Makes arkened shadows / over pointed spires Little children point and sign And little children run and dance Over the setting sun Oh over the setting sun Lucifer over London And under that the silent stars And under that the weeping sky And under her the laughung world Balance sits / in western parts / and piles spare Spares In his / gabled room Lucifer over London Great Anarch and Monarch of not The flight of Lucifer over London And my little grandson Wrinkled son forehead All tiny blue pain The mother Blood emerges Then the mother grief And the blue gates of Death Open armwide Open teethwide Lucifer over London All dead like the leaves Old time shiver Old dead calendar / past / blurred / sunsets / cinders flying In his heart / his heart / his fingers Punch holes in the sky All the little Christs I count Lucifer over London All the little Christs I call Laughing through the green green fields Some of these angels have the face of God Some of them the face of dogs By the tower of Moab See the sky's green angel form Lucifer lickers all around me His hooded eyes alight Look into him just a little longer See the true face of the... moon So he weels there / through the heavens His eyes as dotted brightlights Licked with lust A golden seabird Half dead with spray His banners / are / broken / flags in the wind Devouring life / he / breaks at walls Lucifer over London The glint of dead fruits glint And then the moon... And then the moon... And then the moon...