Pardise is the city that lyses the the two
the spare wanders, gloom of midafternoon, dance oilslick quay
peers the murkveil brine, wet: the denizen
then, within fish wife clutched dear soul
only Pardise, above twilight sky seeps

night, the dark city lumbers unlife
alight, panes glare down streets one might
be urged to seek black sludge, life blood
vain hit, delight, 'phoric midnight

and day cracks a flare
and sunlight climbs the steeple
and the city lurches

body, defile thy self
trundle and slough off

sinful form