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    Collected Poems

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      And silence God’s eternal shouting,

      Reign a prince in his new birth

      Over the outermost poles of the north.

      He swore to reach the cloudy peak

      And strut on it in God’s bright cloak.

      He’d speak like God and spout His name

      And wave his arms like wings of flame.

      He’d rule with cataracts of words,

      Keep order among lesser lords;

      A universe with rhyme and reason

      Would be a mayhem of confusion:

      Lucifer control by pride

      The gorgeous chaos he bestrode.

      But God was neither drunk nor blind

      To what Cosmogony had planned.

      In his Omnipotence he froze

      Restless Lucifer’s swirling eyes,

      Sent a hundred thousand stars

      Hornet-buzzing in vast rays

      To drive him mad who thought to try

      And take the place of the Most High.

      They pinioned him, then made him fall

      To the utter depths of Hell.

      They tangled him and brought him low.

      United Zodiac foresaw

      That Lucifer in peace or war

      Would be no blessing to their realm.

      Faces spurned his rending groan:

      Four-point body wheeled and spun

      Across the Wilderness of Sin

      And struck the cinder of the Sun:

      Eternity breeds evolution

      And drinks the blood of Revolution.

      Declaiming innocence of guile

      Yet burned clean of the martyr’s role

      Lucifer in haughty rancour –

      Spewing fire through milky groves –

      Condemned the heart of God to canker

      And all his satellites as slaves.

      Pleas and questions he ignored

      In order that the final word

      Should stay with him; and then he’d rove

      To search for burial and love.

      LUCIFER TURNED

      Lucifer turned to God and said:

      You want my heart, you want my head.

      In giving both I’d be your slave.

      If only one, I’d bleed to death.

      They are as inseparable as breath

      That, coming from my mouth, meets ice

      And on the stillest air makes smoke.

      God did not speak. He never spoke.

      Others had to work his throat

      And shape such words in their own voice

      That God, by silence, made his choice.

      But only Lucifer used verse

      To save his heart, to save his head –

      And still God did not speak or curse

      But, spewing cataclysmic gall

      Condemned grand Lucifer to fall.

      LUCIFER’S DECISION

      Lucifer slept but once

      On the journey south,

      For in the morning had to decide

      Whether, having crossed the river,

      And said goodbye to God

      When no more dogs were barking

      Nor hut smoke could be seen

      Nor any voices heard,

      Whether to take the left

      Or right arm of the road.

      Best not to stop, not think of warmth

      But lunge without thought to left or right.

      Either that, or broach the centre –

      A wilderness of granite-green –

      In which one lived as long

      And learned far more

      Than after the exhaustion of a quick decision

      Or the utter ruin of a right one.

      UNITY

      Memorials being sacred

      God made a star of Lucifer

      Launched the brilliant morning star

      That suited navigators best.

      God being what he is

      He made another star

      The first star of evening

      That all women blessed.

      They were the hinges of the sky

      And never met. One chased,

      The other followed. Who did what

      Was impossible to test.

      Neither wondered who began it,

      Trapped as they were, and are,

      In the same planet.

      NIMROD AND LUCIFER

      No one knew why Nimrod shot at the sky.

      Such emptiness worked his arms

      And sent each arrow whining

      Its steep incline at God’s power.

      Nimrod is a mighty hunter, said the Lord.

      Spring was gone. Adonis gored, already

      In his furrow, sorrow forgotten,

      Wheat whitening a plain too hot for dreams,

      The sky blue, God invisible, day vacant,

      Animals hiding from the sun.

      Lucifer steered each iron point,

      But Nimrod was a man, not God:

      No feral tip could reach its mark,

      Though Mighty Nimrod, wanting God to die,

      Wondered why God wasn’t dead

      And why the arrow fell back from the sky

      Anointed with red from notch to tip.

      Nimrod wept for shame on seeing

      Lucifer’s left foot was lame.

      THE ‘JOB’

      The three-decker wooden ship broke its ropes,

      Each impacted fibre torn by cobalt water

      Lifting its tall stern;

      Grating the granite quay

      The ship was loose in storm-fists

      And no safe harbour locked its arms.

      Refuge was in the fang-teeth of the gale

      The horizonless ocean

      Wood against water

      Sails in salty phosphorescence

      Mainmast an impaling spike.

      The merciless twisting left a hulk

      Which Lucifer could not drown:

      Not possible for him to know

      What made that scabby coffin stay afloat,

      Find an unending mirror of water

      And merit in God’s eye for its long fight.

      LUCIFER AND EMPEDOCLES

      Progress is an orphan:

      Throw a crust it starves to death.

      Give it a golden cloak,

      A hundred thousand people turn to ash.

      Progress either snivels or it kills:

      Who owns it holds a sun to limping Lucifer

      Who vowed God’s rebels harnessed his effulgence

      And made galactic storms.

      Progress will be the death of me, said God.

      Let me turn the notion on its head.

      God said: ‘Empedocles, say this:

      “Progress is the bitch of war;

      Love and discord suckle it.

      For once I’ll speak plain:

      War gets the world nearer to death,

      Does no one good.

      No sane man cares to die a king,

      Or idiot become a god.”’

      Empedocles simplified, and got it wrong:

      ‘War is the father of progress’ –

      Then simpered in his golden sandals

      To Etna’s hot volcanic rim

      Wondering whether God was right

      To give such force the name of war.

      Lucifer smiled. Empedocles stood close,

      Peered into the boiling din.

      ‘Your question has no answer,’ said Lucifer,

      And pushed him in.

      LUCIFER THE ARCHER

      Robin Hood’s light-hearted men

      In Sherwood Forest shot

      At silver pennies marked

      With a silver cross.

      Lucifer, toxophilite,

      Tipped the arrows true,

      Drew back every archer’s yew

      With fingers of Sherwood green.

      Thus, fletched missiles overseen

      Found numismatic tracks –

      God’s son or not, the cross was shot

      By Lucifer’s speeding sticks.

      When two lines met

      And, m
    eeting, crossed,

      And closed themselves in a ring

      Lucifer felt a prison clang

      Around his brow and through his eyes –

      So made the outlaws’ arrows smash

      Against all silver pennies

      That bore a silver cross.

      LUCIFER AND COLUMBUS

      Lucifer became the sun:

      Drew Christopher Columbus on

      Into oceanic dusk.

      Under the basin of the night

      They followed stars

      He patterned in their track.

      By morning Lucifer arose

      And deigned to push them over

      The daily fortitudes of dawn.

      The navigator’s cross-stays

      Angled him

      To guess the distance of the day.

      When the fathom-line was flung

      Its lead-head hit the sea and burst

      In Lucifer’s fluorescent sparks.

      He steadied the flickering needle

      Through the Sargasso Sea,

      Goaded a meteor to perform

      A spectacular welcome,

      And lured the Sons of Adam

      Back to Paradise.

      LUCIFER THE SURVEYOR

      Lucifer the surveyor didn’t look

      He measured, hands performing

      A theodolite not prayer.

      A dot behind the eyes held cosmography

      In thrall, geometry intuition as he spanned

      Paced and taped a kingdom in a day

      Triangulated oceans in one night.

      God took the credit

      Every action in the world was His,

      All seas and continents. He led

      Footsteps on and filled all hearts

      A wind banging the canvas sails

      Of a ship whose crew was drunk

      On loot, lewdness and the Lord.

      Rejected Lucifer was bruised

      Since science followed him not God.

      He melted raw materials, lay rails, grew cities

      Rolled lightning in a drum and made it work.

      Adam’s sons ripped milk and honey from the earth

      And God was praised.

      But Lucifer saw his limp on every foot.

      LUCIFER THE MECHANIC

      Lucifer invented speed, taught

      That one slow pulley drives a fast,

      A sluggish stream revolves a mill

      How fire melts and wind shifts

      And iron floats and alloys fly.

      Lucifer’s willing scholars learned

      How one metal cuts another

      And steel spread on a spindle

      Is in its weakness flaked

      By a stilled blade set against it.

      A lubricated drill-tip

      Tempered to diamond strength

      Spins to steel clamped in a jig:

      By playing speed to altered speed

      Steel teeth in a circle

      Mill into a shank of steel.

      Lucifer in every lathe

      Manufactured objects beyond

      Man’s vulnerable version of himself;

      He unmade God, and at his most demonic

      Turned Man into an industrious mechanic.

      LUCIFER AND REVOLUTION

      When workers assembled at the station

      Lucifer had waited since the swamp was drained.

      Jutting chin and jaunty cap and posh Swiss overcoat,

      Finger stabbing the air to rights,

      He licked his Tartar lips and stroked

      His beard, nodding sharply

      At each injustice he would cure,

      Clipped decisive words in steam-train language

      Knit the crowd into carded fabric

      Any pattern could be printed on.

      He had waited long for such deep cheers

      And smoky mosaic of faces,

      Dimmed his eyes to just the right amount

      Of inability to see the future,

      When the mob would do such deeds

      As burned all sensibility to ash:

      ‘Oh boy, we did that fucking castle in!

      Splintered every lintel, broke every brick.

      Those Old Masters burned a treat.

      Forty years ago the duke raped my mother

      So I plugged his duchess-daughter.

      For the Revolution, of course –

      We should have one every day!’

      The shock-detachment of the Revolution came

      Behind a glistening array of guns:

      ‘All right, chaps, fun’s over.

      You work for us now, what?

      So build that castle up again.

      And who was that swine raped the duchess?

      His trial starts tomorrow.’

      ‘The purity of Revolution shines

      Bright for all to see,

      A moral force that cleanses

      Cleaner than the sea.’

      ‘You’ll be sorry you spoke,’

      Comrade Lucifer retorted

      When everything got out of hand.

      ‘You helped to make the Revolution,

      Now you’ll be voted to the wall

      Or destitution unimaginable.

      I’m not Hamlet lost for a yes or no.

      I’ll make an omelette any day

      And break as many eggs as there are heads.

      Chickens lay all the time!’

      His grin was geological – under the moustache.

      The assassin’s bullet didn’t kill

      But scared him. He vanished.

      Only One could play that game and win.

      LUCIFER TELEGRAPHIST

      Lucifer, God’s listener,

      Took telegrams in any code

      Or language, heard

      the blissful separation

      of those who would never touch again

      the marriage of a thousand needles

      knitting both victims till death

      the assault of a new mouth

      soon to connive at the smash of nations

      the frantic beggary of save-our-souls

      when a ship’s parts separate in revenge

      on those who ripped wood and iron

      from the generous soil

      communiqués that order war

      when other greeds have failed.

      Happiness and agony went through his heart,

      God’s ears not enough.

      He wanted power to end all suffering

      And call it peace.

      Rebellion failed. Robbed of God’s favour

      Lucifer sat in universal grief

      So that his Fall was liberation.

      HYMN TO LUCIFER

      Lucifer is the True God:

      Not the God of Man

      Or the God of God

      But the God of Light.

      Luminous of eyes

      Limitless of sight

      A thousand million miles

      Are his to roam.

      Ice is no prison

      Fire no opposite,

      The sun a cool exit

      To spaces beyond.

      The earth’s inferno-centre

      Cannot hold him,

      Nor galactic spaces

      Lose him.

      LUCIFER’S REPORT

      Newton did not go to church;

      He hardly ever went to chapel:

      He read Maimonides in bed

      And pondered on the fallen apple.

      The Board of Admirals agreed

      That the first chronometer of Harrison

      Was in spite of its complexity and size

      Accurate beyond comparison.

      Enigmatic Einstein vowed

      He’d see the hardy atom burst:

      The world would shrivel to a cell

      If Germany achieved it first.

      God concurred, yet did not know

      What the first flash would do to Him.

      Lucifer hoped that God might die

      When that smoke-hill hit the sky.

      THE LAST CHANCE

      Lucifer’s simple scheme was to
    kill God

      And create another

      And after mutual annihilation

      Crow the victor from their ashes –

      Once they cooled.

      Every plotter is naive, every planner blind:

      On a calm and August morning

      The boil burst.

      The sea was in it and the sky

      The centre of the earth took part

      The sun and moon looked on

      And thus participated. A particle

      Of every man woman child

      And other creature

      That had been on earth since earth began

      Will be remembered for connivance –

      Lucifer made sure of that.

      The sun went cool to let

      This fiery flood of Lucifer-vomit

      Like a cauliflower fist

      Deal a belly-blow to God.

      Scorched and broken

      Lucifer fell back,

      And wept.

      LUCIFER AND JOB

      Lucifer met Job.

      He saw flame

      He touched fire

      But could not get close.

      Endurance is a herb

      The flame protects.

      The sun comes

      The sun goes –

      Job spoke:

      A flame lives on

      In darkness.

      Nor is it extinguished

      By the sun.

      LUCIFER AND NOAH

      Noah believed,

      Built his boat

      Called his creatures

      Two by two;

      Lucifer watched

      The floating city

      On the flood,

      Could not help

      Hands whose fingers

      Spread before they sank.

      The void world

      Was life for Lucifer.

      He ruled a sea of corpses –

      Yet welcomed Noah

      Ashore at Ararat.

      LUCIFER AND DANIEL

      Seven famished lions

      Circled Daniel

      In Babylon’s oblivion-hole;

      Eyes in darkness

      Were the king’s prisoners

      And only Daniel’s

      Emitted light.

      Your eyes hunger

      Daniel spoke

      But my hunger

      Is greater.

      The lions paced, bewildered,

      As if Daniel’s flesh was bitter

      And God his fearlessness.

      Since his Fall

      Lucifer had never been so close.

      LUCIFER IN SINAI – 1

      Lucifer tramped from sea to sea,

      Burning grit pained every step

      An island moving through the land

      From Carmel to the Mount of Moses.

      Lucifer paid his forty days,

     


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