A drum swings from sky to sky.
Mice with fists have made
daggers of a shattered eye.
A screen rejects the projector’s light.
Sharp buckles litter the way.
Surprise removes the wings
from all its birds. Children
wear a winter mask as war
is priested by scripts bucketed up
from a frozen well. All doors diminish.
Mirrors pretend and facts are half
human. Tigered feathers fall
from the dove. In the veins of delirium
only dust circulates. There is no air,
no silver noise but boots in the attic.
A spider’s idea. Crazy fire blisters time.
Montage: Rupert Loydell