skyscraper of liquid Cool, and the rockets borrowed from the
Superman
and the bricked aeroplane of Bustout-and-return, all vertical,
conjoined and myth-huge, approaching the starred gantry where
human
lightning will crack, extend, and vanish upwards from this
caravan.
o
Gold-masked, the foetal warrior
unslipping on a flawless floor,
I backpack air; my life machine
breathes me head-Earthwards, speaks the Choctaw
of tech-talk that earths our discipline-
but the home world now seems outside-in;
I marvel that here background's so fore
and sheathe my arms in the unseen
a dream in images unrecalled
from any past takes me
I soar
at the heart of fall on a drifting line
this is the nearest I have been
to oneness with the everted world
the unsinking leap
the stone unfurled
o
In a derelict village picture show I will find a projector,
dust-matted, but with film in its drum magazines, and the lens
mysteriously clean. The film will be called
Insensate Violence,
no plot, no characters, just shoot burn scream beg claw
bayonet trample brains- I will hit the reverse switch then, in
conSCience
and the thing will run backwards, unlike its coeval the machinegun;
blood will unspill, fighters lift and surge apart; horror will be undone
and I will come out to a large town, bright parrots round the
saleyard pens
and my people's faces healed of a bitter sophistication.
o
