an alien pact
The seagull over the aeroplane
But we tried—
We—there is no We—
—Man
The spirit of technicity is still spirit
An alien pact
The alien is Man
He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead
The living, the once alive, the never alive
A pebble broken is two pebbles; a divided cat is still a cat, still
.
In the street the men argue about ousia and substance
Where am I
Fire from the sun, not the flint
A young man from the Isle of Wight tells you a story:
Once, a grey squirrel boarded the ferry
They had to send the boat back to protect the reds
A young men tells you he has been blocked on X by his local tube station for pointing out the poverty of their daily motivational boards
A young man in sunglasses tells you modernity is the forgetting of ancestors
I used to lie in the gutter and look down on people the old woman says
Life seems better now
Not very sporting to bring about the apocalypse
A couple more summers
