Here is where we are all right
in unbroken being, yes, constant improvisation
always swimming into this world; slavery?
yes – but I cannot say, maybe we hide
the blame, the bodies, our bodies then
the wonder of it all in summer sparkles
& we are stripped of circumstances and weeds
we shall be rejoicing & thrive – thrust
to accept the delicious ecosystems of each other
of a sudden sooty, then within reverie
a question: Richard & Rita, Gilda, Glenn
Adrian & Stella – half-derelict all yet immortal
trapped that is in suffering & incompleteness
no help; congeries of shingle infest the shrine
just a Kentish artefact, briefly roseate
nothing whole; futile to improvise calm this dawn
La Vedette Atomique, my friend within the ale-house
out here the apocalypse is breaking into vapour now