Travelling east,
Beyond the crow’s runway
And the worm’s gate,
Beyond the flowing fleet of geese
And the thick dark mud, Carrying endless days of rain,
Beyond the harrowing landscapes of our beloved cities,
And the smell of deathly fumes we are so accustomed to;
Here lies the never-ending cry of humanity,
Beneath the unassuming soil of our sombre scene.
Charlie Usher
Below: Pages of IT found in a university library
Trainspotting Under A Black Moon
A Place in the Sun
2199
A War Film
bears and a boy