The west got the rest it deserved
''Drowning'' under oysters
Sailing on disappearance
Underwater

But infallible the blossoms
In the far night
Under the tabernacle
The mermaids drift joylessly

***** meter maids
Snapdragon elves
Invert against eons
That guided missiles

Into the Alchemist's home
The credit card is canceled
The ''Storm'' her eye on the sores
And the eyes and ears of wild blind eyes

The bucket home
Of the unready phrase
Grand marsh of the
'Night, death, storm, omega'

The traffic lights flicker out at Mamre
The last thing I saw were your eyes
They were as loud as stars
As mute as the twilight sinking

Over the olive tree
Licking ''Flames'' from the ''Burning'' bush
Scales stairs always up
The monsoon was driven by the ''Storms''

Into the valleys
By ''Chic'' tombs the swallows drift
Ironic to their end
The kittens fill turquoise cages

In time to the milkmaid's slow calling
Pain in the plough in the fields
The green greedy fields
Bleed lace and dream, machines and chips

And Aladdin's wires, the alleluia buzzes
B******* with sounds of ''Storms'' and vowels
As voiced by the deaf
On the palates the shapes and their heads

Like berries lush in the summer
We were all ready to drop
The sound of the ''Storm'' was spears
Ripped phrases from the First Garden Log

Sensational news 'The ****s lift shields for war'
But swivel and bank to the left
****** bared the Amazon
And blind lens shuts over rivers

Hovering illly over the mist
The ''Cataract'' approaches might in grins
Growls borrowed histories
Maps are scored and sc****d

Debris, white pens, rust, root
Swarf, machines, bad faith
To us, us, us, us
The clouds ''Drown'' in mists

Covers the sow, the bristle
The tiny mouth huddled
In the box of blisters
Floods comics of bibles