As for 'The Boat Millions of Years' I saw it sink crash explode implode How ever many years of destiny? Dead duck anyway Two crowns same end God holocaust in the sky over Memphitic mud Pharaonic massacre! Ten thosand years of blood in mud Despite the funerary magnificence Cats( revenge on the static staggered beetle divinities With their solar discs and pyramidal rocket ships Shifting Satan through the cosmos Away from this Hell I was counting chickens through my fingers When I saw the stars gurgle the Gods' regal blood Over North-East London when it was raining No calamity on subway whilst cycles cease And wordless aeons/whatevers/Maats/Horus Hover in disintegration and debris over the bus "Oh pale Galilaean! You have conquered" And with not much resistance In the North or South or East or West Or anywhere Moloch fell with perhaps a belch And the kits and kids came tumbling out Of the brisket basket cradled in his hateful guts And back in black to Hell he grunts Baal scuttles with ten tails Between as many legs as he could carry Perhaps Thomas poking through the holes And finding resolution beyond the scales And incorporeal pain of the Hammered Messiah! Immaculately macerated God! Bringer of starbirths and uncertainty At your feet pour rivers of sanguine beauty And starful questions I kneel and laugh If I saw shiny shining stars Eventually I'll reach them And with a bucket pail out belief from A thousand conjugations of chance and grammar "Lente, lente, nocte" Currently I have no number Or face or body worth anything at all
As for 'The Boat Millions of Years' I saw it sink crash explode implode How ever many years of destiny? Dead duck anyway Two crowns same end God holocaust in the sky over Memphitic mud Pharaonic massacre! Ten thosand years of blood in mud Despite the funerary magnificence Cats( revenge on the static staggered beetle divinities With their solar discs and pyramidal rocket ships Shifting Satan through the cosmos Away from this Hell I was counting chickens through my fingers When I saw the stars gurgle the Gods' regal blood Over North-East London when it was raining No calamity on subway whilst cycles cease And wordless aeons/whatevers/Maats/Horus Hover in disintegration and debris over the bus "Oh pale Galilaean! You have conquered" And with not much resistance In the North or South or East or West Or anywhere Moloch fell with perhaps a belch And the kits and kids came tumbling out Of the brisket basket cradled in his hateful guts And back in black to Hell he grunts Baal scuttles with ten tails Between as many legs as he could carry Perhaps Thomas poking through the holes And finding resolution beyond the scales And incorporeal pain of the Hammered Messiah! Immaculately macerated God! Bringer of starbirths and uncertainty At your feet pour rivers of sanguine beauty And starful questions I kneel and laugh If I saw shiny shining stars Eventually I'll reach them And with a bucket pail out belief from A thousand conjugations of chance and grammar "Lente, lente, nocte" Currently I have no number Or face or body worth anything at all
