Fen Fire
2007
One more winter ahead
and Ill dedicate it to you
Eureka, I am not dead
and all that you said was true
about Old Prussian kinsmen
they let me touch your truth
I adore their eugenic chieftain
and his wiry arms of youth
From Monday, which is my heyday
to profile with profundity,
to holy runic Thursday
where I am filled by fecundity
Crystal Mist in my abode
a month or two for breed of books
wait until my shell corrodes
and Agrypnode gives me clandestine looks
Of Germanic filiation
of heathen parentage
Higher spirit by abdication
concentrate on the cultural heritage
Decipher the inscription
that adorns my anaemic chest
Delouse me from infliction
and let me have a merit rest
An empty house and stewardship
is what Ive bargained for
a ladys mantles ladyship
thats what virgins would die for
Time piles up, I am impressed,
it winds me in a draught,
but this riddle wont be guessed
bar the ultimate moment of thought:
I adore you, I cant ignore you
not even in the pitch dark
prove me that I wont envision you
move on or disembark
Think of me in the swamp of tears
and bog in my eyes of lust
Think of our vistas and, for now, 2 years
of me wanting to follow in trust.
