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From up here the houses are
Copper-topped boxes
Under a silver-spoon sun
And trees with
Tiffany trinket leaves
Drop pendants of jade
And jasper on
The ornamental ground
We amend our faces
To suit the mood
I try and seduce
Your eyes to sparkle
You encourage my mouth to flourish
With rows of broken tusk and pearl
We combine to be
More semi-precious
Church and spire aglow
Like golden
Fiddle and bow from
The Devil went down
To Georgia
We look towards the river
Lost in
Metallurgic meridians
Twenty-fold fathoms burying
Lost legacies of bronze and quartz
Guiding gilded fishes
Past the monumental copses
And the emerald heavy banks
Thick with
Encrusted buds
I drop you on your knees
Knee-deep in black-agate and coal dust
And murmur to your dancer’s neck
How I’ll trick you out in jewels
Robe and throne and crown you in
Cascades of cloven broaches
Make you shine with treasuries
Of newly opened fruit
Wood and stone and animal
Fossilised and petrified
A supernatural preservation
In a museum fit for kings
Faberge and Cartier
Millionaire enchantments
Fabulous as wonder-tales
In which you are the princess
This is my country in words for you
Arrayed like family silver
And family heirlooms offered up
As for a private auction
Because the real thing made you sigh
And cough and pine
For lost boutiques
And turn your back on me and say
“Let’s get back to the farm”
So a spun-silk make-believe
I make for you in enclosed rooms
And summer's colourful collateral
Goes tumbling down to earth
------ The human race, the only race I know where everybody loses.
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