These walls now scored with scratch-black graffiti Hide robot metal eyes which peer along the tracks And dance to the hinge-song of a gate, cast iron...
Lighting Candles for the Lost Making stations near main-line stations On my knees in contemplation Of angular sanctuaries. Overhead gantries Seeking...
Heart of Oak (I) Leaves have fallen and covered The trees caress on the barren soil Hard bitten winter has smothered The gift of life, a summers toil...
Hermit Tide alone is what moves us Refuge to which need must recourse Trapping the day out with a hard skin Carapace of remorse Driven hard and soft...
