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Conspiracy’s
making content
of the immeditable web in which we walk,
a story with actors
though no apparent heroes.
The lawn is unscorched,
the hole in the wall is small.
For what we are about to believe
may the Lord make us truly rankle.
Mouth a funnel to
empty forth the filth
from not long after the foundation of the world,
in a column impenetrable to the eye
it climbs from the well.
Meet me in the Ship and Shovel,
Lucy, and leave your bike beside
where not allowed,
where coalmen lounged at noon.
The brow blistered
with horns,
the tail of it has swept stars from the sky.
Where its shadow touches them
lovers fall back from each other open-mouthed and do not move again.
If not at the Pentagon then not at New York.
If not then not. The two,
not tumbling,
eat themselves immortally.A discarded breast
by F C K F ,
the pigeons eat it,
and a wing,then fly off better nourished.
Garbled rock doves,
from gardens of deliberate cliff
they look with one eye at a time.Out of the overcast
a white point
gradually hardens
then bursts.... F
REE
ENGLAND
. GLOSSY
..POSTER
A low sun skids
and bounces
over the gulf and fenland.
Bents of oxide-brown
struck through ice, bristles on pig fat.