Breughel
falling from the skies like st elmo flame
round oracles of redemption burning
are calling out a chosen few
their traces to the mountains
lit darkly as is fugitive
and in the circle on the stays
are laid the examples of achievement
art laid bare in symbols
where nearby outlined religion slays a man
the thin worn armies as the fascists
of the cross driving panic
through the templared door
to the generous fires of say a bergen belsen
so when i wrote
"promoted from decays domain
the genesis of evil
like a dying dawn coming into human flesh"
arose propelled by perhaps
Breughel's image distilled inside
the distorted consciousness of mind
this is indeed its heir and triumph of consequence
there is no such existence as innocence
projected in unconscious minds
but the basic brutal realisation
of our own survival and the twisted
excess of its devising