1. THEY TRY TO EMULATE THE CLOUDS

Forests on cragged mountainside,
Cloudlets and clouds above,
Rivulets and rivers below,
Banks of trees and behind their sprawl:
Cars and factories like smoke machines
Trying to emulate the clouds.

They try to emulate the clouds but with such poor craftsmanship.

Clouds bubble, storm boils and
A jilting of the earth with thunder
As boil becomes overflow and with it
Rust. It brings rust.


2. DISMAL AUTUMN SKIES ON AN ANGLIAN EVE

The sun disappeared and the world became
Mute in the dull of a dismal evening.
Above, the skies grew grey with Autumn's flame
As clouds massed to celebrate our leaving.

… What have we left ?

Everything had fallen apart and we
Were standing in the desolated streets,
Alone in that pathetic fallacy
Spitting rain which glorified our defeat.

… What have we left ?

The universe decayed and left embers
Of our hope consumed by harvest fires;
We died alone in that weak September
Beneath the wreak of Autumn's ire.


3. PENMOUNT CREMATORIUM

White trees, white walls, white sun,
And silence is an awning over anxiety -
Peace and life, not death. No, not death.

With song, with light, with ritual
And arcane symbols of immortality -
Tokens to obscure death, obscure it.

In death we return to earth
In death, return to earth
In death, to earth
In death, earth
Death, earth,
Death is earth, death to Earth.

We shall master Earth to conquer death.