POUNDHAMMER
There is still a lot of work and research to be done before the day when we will cross the narrow straits on a great crusade with ceaseless destruction
Sunday 31 March 2024
Monday 25 March 2024
Wednesday 20 March 2024
Awake, awake
Awake, awake in the mausoleum.
I am again tomorrow
And the tombs of yesterday are demolished.
Unbolt the shuttered teeth
Unfurl the velvet ropes.
Powdered mummies
Evaporate into sunlight,
Not forgotten, but never there to forget.
Granulated trails
Beneath the gaze of the white horse.
Rattle the basins
To the ghost-water madrigals
The crackle of a hobnailed step
Under the eye of the black horse.
The mirror doors fly open
Salt tracks on silvered rust
Charted routes of the no longer dead.
Friday 9 February 2024
Tuesday 9 January 2024
Thursday 4 January 2024
Tuesday 28 November 2023
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