Lord Browne, from politeness
that particular thought is
an opportunity, a response
to that thievery, his silence -
he is though, representative
of certain constellations of order
obvious studies of number, and
the present apocalypse is
a structural problem, this
eschews metaphor, the enemy
‘is’, a defining molecule
he is though, a childfucker
a swarm of goldened thinking
dead behind the rose trees
*
----------------of Milton, Lenin
& Satan, of the scum of england,
of the years enclosed there, we
the cells of england, we smarted
inside these delicate circles, the
nettles of soviet england, of
isolation in its pure state, where
diamonds, insects, walk like tyrants
