In a windy street in a bitter morning a seagull flies into a fire of blazing sun in the minutes after midnight when humans let go only cat and litter move without fear
Undiscovered Kingdom
Underneath an awful stern above dark dock water and anchor hangs wounded from a ragged body in a seething pub at midday a boy has lost his way from a hundred empty faces a hundred gazes glare
Undiscovered Kingdom
Sometimes I touch sometimes I see sometimes I feel sometimes I really know
Undicovered kingdom
In an angry alley the paints been left to run from a daubed swastika on an abandoned VW a cathedral door is opened a woman wipes away a tear sunlight streams in as a priest puts out a brief candle
