Wednesday 19 October 2016

AN UNHOLY GRAIL
























Quiet now. The night is Devil black.
Sleep now. The Knight waits for attack.
They mass behind. They storm and plunder –
The giant evil birds, the filthy scalded cats,
The tombstone tenants, faces racked by thunder.

Hope shines out from the door in a negative of night,
The moon above is full and on the other side of dawn
The cheats and murderous burst out of the earth,
The horned devil finds a good place from which to strike,
All light gone and night undone, the Knight waits.