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Everything Once tidied and put away, beneath The long flat wait of winter, Is jumbled up now All together- Hope and penance, mud and memories, Prayers, snowdrops, robin birds.
Domains are being readied For the season of propagation and increase, Under the comet's ghostly manoevers. Planted in the swing and bang of The beginning, Harrowed and divided by the stretch of stars, Propelled with insistence into Holy week, We are yoked with a thousand years of senarios. |
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So Easter day comes Hanging heavy and unredeemed. The Christ is risen But the shiver is still there- Heavy breathing war horses groaning across England, And A10 warthogs shrieking over desert in Nevada and Iraq.
The same night Choirboys fling joy at the rafters, Trembling the clerestory with angelic vibration, We stand in corn stubble and cow field, Watching the bad star. Collecting, from rooftop and balcony, In angled mirror and wide lens, The dust and spangle of Our collective imagining, that Borne in the comet's fag end, Is our history and our almanac. Physioc © 1998 |