O we searched under moonlight, clambering too high
And, sundered, our ocean rites died.
The mean blast of wind-slapped pools found our eyes
Eager to bleed and writhe.

Through shunted sired blue fields, we caught out
All well-read lovers who kissed for mouth;
And none of us, even if dead, understood the drive for
body drills and diamonds.

O music scantified our sanctified allegiance to thoughts;
And then skifflers scythed
Cut ritualised teacher knives.

O and we curled up inside an abandoned dreaming suicide,
Corn-yellowed, ghosted by snakes and fierce forced skies,
Just like a murder-tree, we axed taught iron when
Ebonies struck pealed ivories from
Rivers and guns.
Curled deep down inside a snotty knotted night-kiss, I
Will summon a sound of sexy slaughter
To swing under drips and clasped eyes!
..
O, when once inside a mind, a trilled tale was told as
Old men supped snappers from
cats in peering larders.