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Sing Luna, Sing Saviour





Sing Luna, sing saviour, o,
and loom over this idiot weaver, o.
Stripped to vest, a banker, reaching mystery,
weaves away the moon: a sterling tapestry.
Wire threads and needles are knotted as clouds;
Thames licks in ribbons of video brown.

Sing Luna, sing saviour, o.
Wax elegant as warp and weft unroll,
tangling to midnight scenes of infamy.
Curtain-like he hangs them over Tooley Street:
threadbare for legal cardamom loads,
densest for John's Ionic control.

Sing Luna, sing saviour, o.
Illuminate this loveless laminate home.
Nibs of Parker pens and ancient chandlery,
wine receipts and plastic sheets and autumn leaves
line through this pinstripe shuttler's gaze,
catch on his clanking, stuttering frame.

Sing Luna, sing saviour, o,
from glass shards and towers of promising, o.
Sing for falling eaves and mourn for Horsleydown.
Sing, St. John, for eagles; sing, St. John, for owls.
Render your dreams of Ephesus now:
tender release of heavenly howl!




Ionic order Ionic columns on the Temple of Diana at Ephesus, as drawn by Sir Christopher Wren A crescent moon in Diana's hair St. John, Horsleydown, with its unprecedented Ionic order spire by Nicholas Hawksmoor, 1727-33 3 More London Riverside The Shard

Evelyn's Ladder




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