I have dug a cradle as red as dung
And the dragonfly answers back
Hello monkey-paw!
Heartfaced Messiah
Cradles of bark burn outwards
The sunspider sleeps with a face so cosy warm
The fire in my belly is oh so sleepy warm
With chocolates and mountains
And mother and pearl
And Peachface so lovely
Crows play zithers and neuter the streams
And Black Ships are nothing but the transfers of pussies
And Black Ships were stinking whilst the drum-rolls were sinking
In maggots and cabbage
Oh Cosmic Shirley Temple
In your ecstatic church appears twilight
Your ringlets are purring
And burred by buds of frost
And damp stars crackle
Damp stars
Such beauty everywhere, and me as blind as Jack Corn Crow-Face
I guide Black Ships home to their Polar Sodom
Take Black Ships from the sky and eat their prows
Each bird sings over their burnings
We all watch copper couplings by the lovely streams
And all the Gospels are true
And all the words wing true
Replace red stars with real God eyes so red
So the road never blinks
And shut when we leave leaving sheets
Lazarus! Lazarus! Oh type of us all!
The lost the forsaken the dead
Maranatha
Edakrusen ho Iesous
And shut the night shut and hot butter dreams in my mouth
They're a sweet so sharp they marshal teeth of gnats from railways
And If I make no sense to you, well I make no sense to me
The dreams I have are sticky as dreams
That leave trails of words that mean churches fall
If I have a face, well I am sick of its skin
It's pink like plastic and my smile is unreal
It's the froth of excuses
And I was dead long ago
And now walk in file with my lies
David Michael
Batu Gajah
And elephant frame
Where my mother shoots me out with bloodfalls
And I am tied to my past with a string of skin
And I am camel-necked
And crippled by the dross I built for you
And I am Black Ship
And I am Black Ship
And I made them all rise
And I kill sheep with piratical mirth
And Black Ship time makes me crave
To steal faces from the galaxy
I crave faces from the galaxy
I'll kill faces from the galaxy

And am I born to die
And lay this body down?
And as my trembling spirits fly
Into a world unknown

A land of deeper shade
Unpierced by human thought
The dreary region of the dead
Where all things are forgot

Soon as from earth I go
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my fortune be

Waked by the trumpet's sound
I from my grave shall rise
And see the Judge with glory crowned
And see the flaming skies