The Angel Pool - The Autumns

I cast a line

Of silverton

Over the sea

Bale mirror shines

Of angel’s pine

And soc scents of

London is fallen

London is fallen over me

I see the light

Poured as gold

Down through the trees

High in the night

Shivered chrome

Godsent to London

Lime little eyes

Knead and gore

Pale babes in spring

Crawl through the crust

To summer’s door

Godsped to London