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THE BLOOD RULES

 

(For full text see the Kindle ebook The Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)

 

Prelude

    

1

Dragging through city or sea

the animal soup of pain

too excessive for warning

...

2

Who knows

perhaps you too are repeating

perhaps fish into reptiles were

a fallout left

...

3

But such inspiration

a radiance more maniacal than

the genes it alters

is hard to believe in

...

 

Pain

1

I am the terrified ache

in an average habitat

monkey that falls when the tree breaks

...

2

You are a phantom

you are imagination

a presence yellower at nightfall

that I see sometimes by looking away

... 

3

Smell of pig-swill petrol swedes

lorries with their hair in nets and curlers

a hall full of apples set in blue satin

...

4

St Olave’s crypt cold low and bare

floats out of the wall a primitive pietà

...

5

I alchemist on a fir-covered isle

a wheeze tied with muslin

have the gone-off smell of the gone mad

... 

Light

1

The stream runs scummy beneath the mill-walls

the width of the ford a stagnant light

near the malt reeds

... 

2

You the bird I the blood

and you are leaving

... 

3

I have a door open onto the hot forest

and its immigrant sweat of odours

the tiles sprout buds birds

...

4

These half-lights may soon be over

the sky is at last allowing its purple

to glare on the horizon

...

Fear

1

Butterflies feed

on a flutter of colour

...

2

The boxer crouches like a man paying a taxi

eyes as if in a fog of underground torment

...

3

If it moves kill it

If it is silent commend

... 

4

A blind alley not three shoulders wide

cocks at the sky a funnel

rusty drainpipes like varicose veins

still work the body of black brick

...

5

A bird’s fossil in the dense sea-groyne

of the city’s eroded forest

stained black and scraped with a chemical

...

Coda

1

See that you remember my pain

so much of it there has been so much

...

2

On the cliff-top in a volcanic moon

an acropolis writhes in the damp nightfall

... 

(For full text see the Kindle ebook The Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)                                                                                           

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(For full text see the Kindle ebook The Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)