spaces of the free
enter the spaces of the free
like tied and structured
sheer fall of the well
break bonds of liberty
and set the foot rest
shackles free
from their deformity -
the first noel is my
last heaven
Christ strewn across the soot hills
of the sky
the merry chants
of fiery spirits
sing for him
a lullaby -
wrapped in the sealed ears
of the ploughed and ground down
beasts of dismay
wilting and cooling
in the sun drenched
frost parched
desert of the city
fearing the feeling
felt of former fun
and city streets full of sun-
flowers that sparkle
like daisies
in the cool thighs
of the girls
Malcolm Evison
(1967?)
