And words of

Romans

creep in

Not written but vengeful

The dead are in the tortoise

The dead are in their legions

And the Trojan ponies trot by

Graze My Little Pony

Is there Torture in the Toybox?

Or is this eternal Rome?

Or is this infernal Rome?

Before Black Ships were built

In their harbours

For gathering vau vau vau

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Black Ship Ship Ship

Black Ship Ship Ship

Volvaic and marine

Slaughterer disguised as honey

Babel Babylon is burbling with blowfly speech

Stuttering channeled messages of birdsight in the Empire

And where is that Empire now?

Imperium! Christendom!

Shepherd and Hermes!

Masked with salt and stars

Heavybreasted false Messiah

Peachfaced murderer

Dragging beasts and breasts

Skipping to Armageddon

In time for tea

And for the weather forecast

Falling time smiles fading

As Black Ships sneak by

Raiding lying stars

Barbecuing living streams

Of all the smiles that come shafting

Saturn or moon or sun

Is that my lunch you're eating on the back of Dracon?

Is that my cup clipped to the bird's gaudy wing?

Black Ships are camouflaged as postmen or bureaucrats

They have delivered a loathing rapture prospect

Keys to Heaven Gates are dark

On side of sons and daughters

But they have lied about Pi

That number does not repeat to the infinite sky

But is carousel inhabited by all the revenants

Returning to fulfilled wires

And use the roots that fall

From the sectarian Empire

The nude face striped back

The naked grey mouse

Was not in bleached equations

Christ! Christ! Christ!

Where is the tide?

The long low roar of the Thames?

The shell-shocked Seals

Killer! Flower! Coil!

There's crisis in the harbours

The desert is too close

Though we have seen it in our hearts

At Black Ship time

So let's lock the doors