The Nudes Lift Shields for War - Current 93

The West got the rest it deserved

Drowning under oysters

Sailing on disappearance

Underwater

But infallible the blossoms

In the far night

Under the tabernacle

The mermaids drift joylessly

Queer metermaids

Snapdragon elves

Invert against Æons

That guided missiles

Into the Alchemist’s home

The credit card is cancelled

The Storm-her eye on the sores

And the eyes and ears

Of wild blind eyes

The buckethome

Of the unready phrase

Grand marsh of the ⲛⲓϥⲉ

«Night!

Death!

Storm!

Omega!»

The traffic lights flicker out at Mamre

The last thing I saw were your eyes

They were as loud as stars

As mute as the twilight sinking

Over the olive tree

Licking flames from the burning bush

Scales stairs always up

The monsoon was driven by the storms

Into the valleys

By chic tombs the swallows drift

Ironic to their end

The kittens fill turquoise cages

In time to the milkmaid’s slow calling

Pain in the plough in the fields

The green greedy fields

Bleed lace and dream

Machines and chips

And Aladdin’s wires

The alleluia buzzes

Brimming with sounds of storms and vowels

As voiced by the deaf

On the palates the shapes and their heads

Like berries lush in the summer

We were all ready to drop

The sound of the storm was spears

Ripped phrases from the First Garden Log

Sensational news!

«The nudes lift shields for war!»

But swivel and bank to the left

Breast bared the amazon

And blind lens shuts over rivers

Hovering illly over the mist

The cataract approaches might in grins

Growls borrowed histories

Maps are scored and scraped

Debris, white pens, rust, root

Swarf, machines, bad faith

To Us

Us

Us

Us

The clouds drown in mists

Covers the sow, the bristle

The tiny mouth huddled

In the box of blisters

Floods comics of bibles