Ground smolders and smokes
Luminescent men, humps at the front
**** and poke
The air acrid, the smell of burning stone
On a wall three boys
Gaze, eyes wide, mouths
Marleyesque, dropping
Bewitched as the florescent men
Smooth and calm the steaming earth
Spraying water from a can
To quench its thirst
The seething, black
And exhausted ground
Murmurs in sick response
To its own fragmented curse
A yellow dragon near by
Belches black blood
Oozing from its innards
Through Gothic gargoyle mouth
The lime coloured men shovel
This toxic *****, smear it
Across the gasping earth
That lies, ripped like a jagged
Wound on a dying man
The lime colored men
Mount the yellow dragon
Speed off, leaving
The scorched ground
Burning and hissing,
With sulphurous smoke
A million sizzling angry snakes
The three boys run away in freight
Dropping playthings as they fumble
And tumble in their horrified flight
The black earth cries, bubbles
And consumes their toys
Passes sentence
Makes them L'Enfant Commune
The lost boys
Then there is a quiver
A tedious tremble, a treble;
That played like stretched
Elastic flicked with
Forefinger and thumb
Making the heart numb
Extracting false confessions
A stench of putrid untruth
*** charades of delicate
Ravaged faced youth
A drole de ménage
Slave to the hunger
Of the unknown demand
The French grooming
Of horses, that may charm
The curious but leaves curiosity
Still smouldering in the
Hidden depths of the
Universal mind
Sanumbolists in the
Fullness of a dream of
Ineffable torture consume need
The boys cry out, for the
Earth has stolen a liars tongue
Branded them abominable
With decaying enormities
Detestable, enamelled eyes
Lurk and peer from
Behind gauzed curtains
A corpse of understanding
That inspects the invisible
Images of imbeciles
Parchments dripping in powdered
Crystalline drops smear the pavements
The boys wave their arms
But no-one sees them
There is the rise and fall of cryptic waves
That ebb and flow scorching
A shore of silent sorrows
Lapping feverously at the
Arc of a whirlpool
Whose decreasing concentric
Circles **** the boys down
Into an eternity of hot tears
Leaves them without parents
Gives their brothers and sisters
Into a slavery of barbarous belief
A ferocious language
Banning the boys from all beaches
Provides tyrannical pilgrimages
To black robbed priests
Possessors' of serpents' hearts
The yellow dragon returns
Lemon coloured men spill
From its foaming mouth
The boys hide behind
Dead rose bushes
Ah, but their tenebrous
Trembles creak in the
Blotched and bloodied
Butchers sawdust
A fabulous elegance cradles them
Making the smoking dragon angry
It spews molten bile taken
From the bloated stomachs
Of white beasts
The luminosity of the
Lemon coloured men
Increases to blindness
They wave tattered antediluvian
Bark and scream from
Their dark, deceitful, anchored armchairs
From railed and spiked alters
Spitting bitterest gall
The lemon coloured men
Butcher the fabulous elegance
Leaving the boys naked
Prey to the perfections of
Puerile generosities
That vows to extinguish
Their human desire
Vacant eyes with
Nauseating sight strut
A cruel distortion
Terrifying voices offer
Demonic destruction
The boys weep, but
no-one hears them
A violent paradise
Of popular poses tries,
But fails to caress them
The dragon burns the boys
But no-one smells them
Their terror turns to molten flesh
The lemon coloured men
Spread it over the earth
The beast' heart beats
Joyfully in its bulbous belly
Sacred men smile while
Pitiless priests provide
A comedy
The boys become a hallow
Antique night their left
Legs held up for all
To see
Delirium devours the minds
Of a subjugated people
The deadly hissing of the earth
Like a silken spectre rises
Making scintillating shudders
Through the spiked splinters
Of time
Intelligence is reduced
To the rubble of religious
Intolerance
Lime, yellow, lemon drips
Heated plastic from false eyes
There are cries, sights and sounds
But no-one hears, sees or speaks
No real people are left
Similar boys watch from a wall
Huddle together and weep
