my liver is excised
exported to the roots
into slivers of silver moons
desecrated by the church
it is full up with flacid
hobby-horses & ministering
angels who whisper
amid perfect bloodbaths
the wreck & hollow aftermath
is afterwards forgotten in amnesty
of artichoke derision derived
from the motion of this anxiety-sea
the dovetailing of my worshipful
lord & master & ramming home
of golden platitudes exhaled.
Clive Gresswell
Picture Nick Victor