The Lifeforce Of The Diseased Dog And His One Armed Leper Friend. Poem by Mark Horsfall

In front of behind
I stare at the sand
With grass growing through
A crystallised hand

The grass that’s not green
The pink sea is black
As you look through a door
When you lie on your back

On your back is the weight
The weight of the world
With Satan aloft
The spiritual worm

Dormant incantations
An angel behold
In a closed fist open
A warm heart, cold

Death to the ones
Who believe in the truth
As a burning you’ll feel
The burning of you