10-22-2013, 10:17 PM
Hi ... I'm quite happy with this although I could tinker with the sound. The last stanza probably not quite right.
Hawksmoor's Christ Church, Spitalfields
He had never seen a crocodile
with a monocle
on a Great Dane’s haunches
with fancy epaulets,
but built it anyway
from a pile of cream wedges,
crescents, blocks and batons
flung down by enrage Amun
who couldn’t get them in
the cupboard under the stairs.
Down on its haunches on Commercial Road
the masonry amalgam still howling
for the Nile’s burst on black earth
up to the red land. Knowing nothing
of that river’s damn.
The silent melodrama can curdle the air
in your lungs, stop the chatter in your gob.
Always wanting to barge the Ten Bells,
the chip shops, the Tesco Metro
into the road, he knows not his own strength.
Inside, the ghost of a stuffed sphinx
haunts the cupboard where they keep
the Ancient & Moderns.
Hawksmoor's Christ Church, Spitalfields
He had never seen a crocodile
with a monocle
on a Great Dane’s haunches
with fancy epaulets,
but built it anyway
from a pile of cream wedges,
crescents, blocks and batons
flung down by enrage Amun
who couldn’t get them in
the cupboard under the stairs.
Down on its haunches on Commercial Road
the masonry amalgam still howling
for the Nile’s burst on black earth
up to the red land. Knowing nothing
of that river’s damn.
The silent melodrama can curdle the air
in your lungs, stop the chatter in your gob.
Always wanting to barge the Ten Bells,
the chip shops, the Tesco Metro
into the road, he knows not his own strength.
Inside, the ghost of a stuffed sphinx
haunts the cupboard where they keep
the Ancient & Moderns.