Idol meditations

Quiet and unmoving figure in shadowy sanctuary

Heavy in cement, garish colours and mass produced worship

Your arms wide, open and embracing the slums and towers

The misery, noisy and desperate incantations- calculus for virtue

Hungry in extravagant prayer, furious in all encompassing faith

Harder and colder in steely indifference, gold hearted over empty stomachs

Adorned, lavished, ancient and praised amongst aching limbs and inner torment

Before you we fearfully fold in submission, for you may be muted,

But the devil’s voice is always echoed, among spectral nations and monstrous profit

Blood drinking machines and ciphers in our souls

Softly folded

A meteor shower, frozen

asleep on the empty road

I gauge the feeling on my arm, how cold

the pulse of the night wind

give me a homeland

this ancient crooked tree

no one replaces you

give me a homeland

my lips are chilled

dreaming

Birds of prey

Birds of prey
watching me
Corner of the page
every turn of my life
Birds of prey
watching me coldly

Marking me from trees
rhyming at me,
Every silver lining, spying
strife of the midwives
Archives of the afterlife
calling, wanting and watching

Birds of prey
bray grey cliches
Colour my decay
play games of dismay

Meld

 A face dripping  daylight 
A seaside cafe
Nursing dregs
Over a story
The skyscraper spire
They wear clip on ties
The unseen order of things
Talk of war, sugar in darkness