The Nudes Lift Shields for War

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The West got the rest it deserved
Drowning under oysters
Sailing on disappearance
Underwater

But infallible the blossoms
In the far night
Under the tabernacle
The mermaids drift joylessly
Queer metermaids

Snapdragon elves
Invert against Æons
That guided missiles
Into the Alchemist's home

The credit card is cancelled
The Storm-her eye on the sores
And the eyes and ears
Of wild blind eyes

The buckethome
Of the unready phrase
Grand marsh of the ⲛⲓϥⲉ
Night! Death! Storm! Omega!

The traffic lights flicker out at Mamre
The last thing I saw were your eyes
They were as loud as stars
As mute as the twilight sinking
Over the olive tree

Licking flames from the burning bush
Scales stairs always up
The monsoon was driven by the storms
Into the valleys

By chic tombs the swallows drift
Ironic to their end
The kittens fill turquoise cages
In time to the milkmaid's slow calling
Pain in the plough in the fields

The green greedy fields
Bleed lace and dream
Machines and chips
And Aladdin's wires

The alleluia buzzes
Brimming with sounds of storms and vowels
As voiced by the deaf
On the palates the shapes and their heads

Like berries lush in the summer
We were all ready to drop
The sound of the storm was spears
Ripped phrases from the First Garden Log
Sensational news! The nudes lift shields for war!

But swivel and bank to the left
Breast bared the amazon
And blind lens shuts over rivers
Hovering illly over the mist

The cataract approaches might in grins
Growls borrowed histories
Maps are scored and scraped
Debris, white pens, rust, root
Swarf, machines, bad faith
To Us
Us
Us
Us

The clouds drown in mists
Covers the sow, the bristle
The tiny mouth huddled
In the box of blisters
Floods comics of bibles