Moulds

We are moulds of each other

You and I

Like the earth that folds together

You and I

Our bodies, bending, rolled forever

Hand in hand

Beneath the sky.

Rope

I swung on that rope like the lights

Of a racing car

High-beamed and arcing and

Beating out time.

 

Only the hawk saw, hung low

In the monochrome,

The black of my legs spreading

Lines in the frost,

 

His cry and my creaking a

Shadow of sleeping; the

Sun creeping over the

Valley’s far side.

Westminster Bridge

That it would happen on a bridge
Was inevitable, I suppose.
That thin saliva strand
between the beggars in the south
and the beating heart
of empire
that Monet loved
And I did too.
I’d forgotten.

I used to walk between the lines
in those days, from
do you mind to
fuck you miss
at each end of the river
with the wind blowing up
from the banks in the distance,
muddy with money.

And the bombs,
we’ve forgotten, there have been so many,
but they used to call them in, then.
Nothing sudden about
our Troubles.
New bodies in the tunnels,
with the navvy bones, forgotten.

No hire cars then or odd little
stabbing motions on sunny afternoons, Britain first
lest we forget forensics teams
shot from helicopters, kneeling
for all the world
like bunches of flowers
left by the railing.

We’re marked as safe, we happy few:
Spinning wheels and far away curses cannot touch us here.
No blood on our hands.
My cabbie calls them pricks
and will not go
south of the river.

And we keep calm and carry on
for this is London.
And in a week or two,
We’ve forgotten.

Temple

There is a temple to Mithras
In the City of London.
It was moved to make way for new gods,
But we have always worshipped
Bulls and secrets there.

We sliced through the tiers
And lifted its foundations
To accommodate Legal and General.
Buried the stream with his head in it.

Now we look through mirrored glass at mysteries,
File down Walbrook in the rain like mourners
And do not know that we are passing.

But when we come to read the signs,
We still throw coins in the well
And wish.

mithras