power and beauty
stone and steel.
rise above
mud and wood.
swarmed by
worker ants.
world without end.
wyn is a poet.
a visionary.
monkeys and tigers
stalk welsh hills
the
satanic mills
of his imagination.
he is the blake
of the a470.
did he once see
angels on peckham rye
too?
i expect he did, i expect.
we will not know
unless i ask him.
he will tell.
yet not when
his colleagues
are listening.
he may be shy.
balfour beatty.
sbm
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 1:51 AM UTC
power and beauty
stone and steel.
rise above
mud and wood.
swarmed by
worker ants.
world without end.
wyn is a poet.
a visionary.
monkeys and tigers
stalk welsh hills
the
satanic mills
of his imagination.
he is the blake
of the a470.
did he once see
angels on peckham rye
too?
i expect he did, i expect.
we will not know
unless i ask him.
he will tell.
yet not when
his colleagues
are listening.
he may be shy.
balfour beatty.
sbm
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