Track 13 of Future Ghosts.
ma matter
give me moonmilk
hollow hill
faer melody
are no gods left
to hear me?
is pick and pit
all mere remain?
is upturned grove
all wait you?
-
hack pen
bled sound
strip moon
curves weight
drips word
drops field
grass rent
bass tripped
your slight
spent breath
uncount
dead stars
-
there is only
rap tap rap
racket of
ineffable
knocking on
your inoculated ear
This was written 9 August 2014 (part 2) and September 2014 (parts 1 and 3) and I don't consider it a particularly difficult text to decipher. Part 2 was written while with my friend Keith Donovan - the 'K' of the title - at the tail-end of a heady weekend in Wilts. The line 'hack pen' alludes to Hackpen Hill, one of my favourite parts of that county.
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