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They left a page of images hieroglyphic visages
goddess's of perimeters saturnine-unlimited
Telling warns and Worn old tellings
noble savage storms foretelling
From all corners comes the law from above and through the door
Deity is Night and Night is Day today
twilight of the Gnomes emerging from hades
Aesops new wine of old bottles and battle scarred phases
lay lying in the cave waiting to lift his steady gazes
buried byres between nothing and slight
In the dark our successors bite

Hope for the youngsters flight has flown
Privilege and materialism bite down un-atoned.
The Dockside wharves are waiting
To inspect the things we need
To tax the Tacks and stack the pacts
and be prepared to bleed.
The passerine are calling
A mourning chorus rings
feathers decided to stay on the ground
Earthbound birds remain absurd
the empty sky and ruined sea
thats our nest egg legacy

The apartness breathes all inward, up starts the pace
outwardly dispatched into alikeness-tribes of space
Hear the drum rolling from without and from within
those helping horns that wail through the wind
washing heads off the motorway storms
with stuttering helicoil patterned beats
ring a bell for swedish towns adrift in Penzance streets
light a candle, turn a page and haul upon the sheets
For those that preyed in silence
and those who stayed asleep
Your dreams are wisht inclement
Our hopes are yours for keeps
El mar sana, pero la montaña también.

Volunteer Airfix crew
The first woodlice were marine isopods which are presumed to have colonised land in the Carboniferous. They have many common names and although often referred to as "terrestrial Isopods" some species live semiterrestrially or have recolonised aquatic environments. Woodlice in the families Armadillidae, Armadillidiidae, Eubelidae, Tylidae and some other genera can roll up into a roughly spherical shape as a defensive mechanism; others have partial rolling ability but most cannot conglobate at all.
Woodlice are widely studied in the contexts of evolutionary biology, behavioural ecology and nutrient cycling. They are popular as terrarium pets because of their varied colour and texture forms, conglobating ability and ease of care.
Common names include:
"armadillo bug"
"billy baker" (South Somerset)
Billy Button (Dorset)
"boat-builder" (Newfoundland, Canada)
"butcher boy" or "butchy boy" (Australia, mostly around Melbourne)
"carpenter" or "cafner" (Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada)
"carpet shrimp" (Ryedale)
"cheeselog" (Reading area)
"cheesy bobs" Hampshire
"cheesy bug" (North West Kent )
"cheesey wig"
"chiggy pig" South West Britain-
"chucky pig"
"chuggy peg"
"crawley baker"
"daddy grampher"
"damp beetle" (North East England)
"dandy postman" (Essex and East London)
"doodlebug"
"gramersow" (Cornwall)
"granny grey" (South Wales)
"hog-louse"
"horton bug" (Deal, Kent, u.k.)
"humidity bug" (Ontario, Canada)
"monkey-peas" (Kent )
"monk's louse" (transl. "munkelus", Norway)
"parson's pig" (Isle of Man, Mannin)
"pea bug" or "peasie-bug" (Kent )
"piggy wig"
"pill bug" (usually applied only to the genus Armadillidium)
"potato bug"
"roll up bug
"roly-poly"
"rosary bug" (Turkey)
"slater" (Scotland, Ulster, New Zealand and Australia)
"sow bug" (Cornwall)
"wood bug" (British Columbia, Canada)
"wood-louse"

Stand-Out Static Statistician

the last chunk of masonry fell
in Valhalla's marbled hall
no burning tyres or revolution fires flickered in the mall
Everything was going well.
They had discovered some hitherto unavailable light
and gave it a better smell, You are on the Edge
said the Young Prince, we are all grateful and applaud you with an engraved sea-shell. Then a hero from the paper
climbed down from the Bell. It was heroic what you did as well.
We want to sell our fishing rights and get every one on board Democratic acrobats we were all assured,
Volunteers from out of town will help in anyway they can
cleaning, shopping and cooking massive vats of stew
Ironing your boiler-suit, and helping in the loo
Two massive clowns have been melted down
to make a plinth to put uptown,

Silent beginings, thinking speech to their own

Each one suspected Isoscelese was inequitable
he was a means between the brightest fire
and the darkest subterranean waters
Not Janus to his face, nor Doula to her reflection
The tarmac street sheen softly shines
Winter velvet evening resides with hesitant foxes,
wheelie bin shadows on existing shade
an aircraft soars up over suburbia's
little windows and phased into the wake
of walking soles, combusting your bee hives
Approaching soft thudding car audio compressed
arrested in upholstery, a dying bee
Flies telling lies the whole story,
Elusive Down town, tidal its out of reach for everyman.
drowning out those voices, an unlistening void.

The germ abides in potential everywhere
living your dream in a dreamscape stare,
A cell of your making.
A prisoner worth taking
Up in the galleries Valkyries quaking
Clouds unfurrowed, unfurled. Untroubled,
densely absorbed
asphyxiated warblers Raven pull chords
Cliff hanging starlight, dripping well falling forever
Cascadence and splash The rising Tide Ascending spiral
Slingshot oriental, ornamental inclination head is feet is internal
Invisible externally impossible do-able feasible disassocia unreasonable

Canoe

Well, I am thinking this may be my last
summer, but cannot lose even a part
of pleasure in the old-fashioned art
of idleness. I cannot stand aghast

at whatever doom hovers in the background
while grass and trees and the somnolent river
who know they are allowed to last for ever
exchange between them the whole subdued sound

of this hot time. What sudden fearful fate
can deter my shade wandering next year
from a return? Whistle, and I will hear
and come another evening when this boat

travels with you alone towards Iffley:
as you lie looking up for thunder again,
this cool touch does not betoken rain;
it is my spirit that kisses your mouth lightly.

Keith Douglas

The sealing Skies awoke in winter
looked both ways and through a maze
began to enter. Unlike air, earth or water
Alembic Sighs provoke more laughter
quell the sorrows, sprain the tears
syphon greed, grow back all hairs
Alembic-Sighs induce such sleep
that you will dream upon the streets
stroll across the wintery downs
protected by a lack of frown
then at dawn when all's encased
to the maze you will be chaste
tendrils and diaphanous aromas
Buds Untimely, florets and delicate airs
vaporised, seized reduced to scars
exist alone among the stars.

Valves tune these seas for nothing
operated by benign but poor soils
a chorus of brachiopods fallen foul of grasses in water
birds write their own schedules
and keep to them religiously
always on time with the tide
It is a short life span on the edge
landfill flocks smother the beeping tipper trucks
petrified tree stumps and wild swimming trunks
perform with glee in hearty defiance
then smile on the age that wanted all.
then smile at the sands escaped from an hourglass
Where mighty sparrow flies
When might sparrow fall.

Appearances in your conscious estate were measured
by an organless physical deity, not the death of anything.
Choose automatic offerings, it is us that deny,
Us that must always fall:
the truth that makes you cry.
Walk and unravel the clog, the clod and the Clodgey
Told you everything seen in the flaming pyre
tell them there is no-one god
Never give up the gift of this world
or turn back to the blue slate path again
In troubling times we would walk through the pines
the shade smokes and clears, resinous reason anew
we thought those trees would live forever and oddly
they were taken by wind and weather in shallow soils
noble rock uncoils, unfastened apart together.

They let me think the Moon was a Bull
Looking along that way, I misjudged its silent gaze
for phosphorescence from the edge of the dawn
till the whole world collapsed in scorn,
returning to its former self awkwardly, a belligerent
hissing fuse of annunciation froze the grassy kerb
With pitilessly clear eyes rising up, looking for
Otherness in the broad emptiness of urbia
we followed harsh rules then, uneccessarily
and no hearts were tuned to our directions
even the sleeping ruts misguided our wheels
obedient hills embrace the skewed sods
Placing angled rocks is not their divine strategy
Awaking us onstage before the curtain fell
into the empty theatre, pot shards and war rubble
This town is a small man made hill were viewers view
Heavy grazing fading grey folks they knew.

Mundo, nos servare;
Et dabo caritas
redemisti nos, auxiliare nobis,
Et prosternimus preces ante faciem Absoluti.

I have never put my hope in any other
but in Thee,
who canst show both wrath and graciousness,
and who absolves all the sins
of man in suffering
all gods,
Creator of Heaven and Earth
Regard our humility

Was I afraid to make my way to the stark peaks
through failing light going beneath a mighty superstructure
heartbeats and the steady pulse once walked on water
everything is there for you but don't indulge in longing
In the wind above the spike there was a bird
and we picking our way by holding on the fence
Heard a church bell snatched from some flooded ritual by
a child's metal creaking swing in the meadows spring daisy chains wilting their hostages, lullabies of nowhere

carreg twll bach
A layered road slumbering
on a four mile bridge
tarred marks and periwinkle bark
the Moon is full of winter ooze
dance a zig-zag on unglazed Cymrae
shaping and flaking ripple-whisper pale,
darkened charter, crouching on parchment
I hear the arcing wail were it fell
the water knows me, the Moon shows me,
the wheels roll through from me to you
reeds grip the wind rushing sand spit
tide reach the curling-bill curlew
turbo diesel grain ride rumble
gradually rolling out of hue

At night there are stars welding sparks on the surface,
attempts to touch them led to abrupt fragmentation
Returning to the ash clouded surface and pink dust petals
a nugget of good intention will not dissolve metal habits
back out of the fire, its no hive for the swarm
the pulse remains, gradually the flood creeps upwards
inconvenient at first, then a blush of fear,
encompassing your body a carcass on the stairs
stepping down into brown water

The wide differences between childish rock pools and adult oceans, swirling work grappling the cargo motions
of elsewhere to Somewhere without the air or desire nor means to eat their own, or to own the erratic sensation of hunger and greed. Taking it home to do the deed, to split the pod and knock the seed sod from roots demand the blood of give and take, of countermand,
grow and make do and mend, Friends across the Seas do bend at rivers bow they only know.
That Peopled grass of leaves passive, ships in the night
The crowded skies falling into waves delight,
drumbeat hammered metal vessel
Afloat on stoneblood's sacred home.
tossed to the lighthouse with a mighty current cable
whipped by shock a scarred old healer, rust bound
Rigged and locked inside an eighteen wheeler
Isolate the Trailer park Service station occupation
Security heard a dog bark thats the high water mark
drivers wait for the ferry to dock unload
Sedentary codes and voyagers ambition.

A lack of stoney Stories filled those ears with a silence
the grass and mud had surrendered to for years.
Heraldic horns vied for harmonic attention
Beyond clouds a mist veiled river to the moon,
Ships plied their own channels avoiding the cloudy scorn.
that lay gazing just below the surface, darkly immobile.

Wringing out the invisible fleece of innocent glory,
you unconsciously gave me gold
It empowered me, giving it away destroys the way,
new roads and sea lanes unfold
speaking of seeking
the skin is stretched across the blazing void

Straight Yarrow, curved Ash dries all footprints
Vertical Oak Islands grasp arms weighted unchained
A pulsing damp stirs the waning fire again
Whispering Meteorites, knowing there is no desire
Fall into waiting unlocked doors, already water seeks
Absorbtion breathed into advancing meniscus,
in the Fender bass hut ripples echo through everyone