Margaret Mcmillan

The Solemn Oak
handles with
pistol grips

Theres a dirty garage on the river Severn

very near Worcester

Where he keeps his Swans.

Never enmesh the soul
With material things,

and so too,

never imbue materials

with the seat of a soul.

But I don't want to be immortal-
Not here, anyway.
Would rather be away with the wine
in the cellar.

Meditiations on a burning bush

One feels one has 
less time when old,
that it is quite outrun

Whilst in essence
time is always the same. 
There is only ever thus 
a single time, and it's
the ineffable utters here.

deliquesce

The world spins on ridiculous pivots

mired in a myriad hazards 

like saxophone concertos
at Croydon Minster,

some slouching tonic for the soul.

Surety being,
the supposed applause of molten ancestors 

As I stand disintegrating, the

atoms flowing outward into morass
the great equivocal river

like memories, we replicate and thus, dilapidate

flowing down to a great sea of souls

palliatively soothful for 

what remains
enroute to the plummet-gate,

the coil must be rid of,
it is a brittle skin,
the journey of a skeleton.

Just as the genius has his mulch

the rose her manure

the pearls, 

the diamonds

also have their dross

to define them

Don't know what these women are
looking for
Don't know what they got
in their drawers
Everything is worthless now,
smoking cigars in 4x4's

Who's overwrought,
self-contained &
overbought ?
Sitting on the rooftop
of a dream
praying for the
astral body of a dead cat,
or souls whose only liberation
is interminable Saturnalia

Everyone goes to the pacific coast
to work for the dead or die

In the west lies death,
in the east lies life.

Running away from the sins
of the father,
or running toward.

Truth be a martyr tonight

Truth be a martyr tonight,

and virgins be hostage
Make way for the fit
rage against the meek
stomping down peasants
risen by Luther to revolt


Put to fire and sword
with barbarian tumult
directed inward.
Cromwell at Drogheda
Sons of Attila,

rebelling against Christendom,

relishing in rancour.