IN THE WAKE OF POSEIDON

Plato's spawn cold ivyed eyes 

Snare truth in bone and globe. 

Harlequins coin pointless games 

Sneer jokes in parrot's robe. 

Two women weep, dame scarlet screen 

Sheds sudden theatre rain, 

Whilst dark in dream the midnight queen 

Knows every human pain. 

In air, fire, earth and water 

World on the scales. 

Air, fire, earth and water 

Balance of change 

World on the scales 

On the scales. 

Bishop's kings spin judgement's blade 

Scratch "faith" on nameless graves. 

Harvest hags hoard ash and sand 

Rack rope and chain for slaves 

Who fireside fear fermented words 

Then rear to spoil the feast; 

Whilst in the aisle the mad man smiles 

To him it matters least. 

Heroes hands drain stones for blood 

To whet the scaling knife. 

Magi blind with visions light 

Net death in dread of life. 

Their children kneel in jesus till 

They learn the price of nail; 

Whilst all around our mother earth 

Waits balanced on the scales.