KINEMATIC (after W.H Auden's 'Funeral Blues'/'Stop all the Clocks') Prune down the angels to the wick Snuff out all candles, unbake all bread Spoil all trenches with a slick Ferry the living to the dead Where blows a lover, deal A fatal flaw to all that call Mar all saviours with a weal Slash the cinema seats and stalls. They were the shivers of the silver screen Where their blood flows, the curtain thralls Retire all vision to the dumb For now no good may come of all. Lash the usherette to the sedge Unravel torches down the hill: Crash the armies through pithead Mess the crowd till life lies still Where crows a regime's alms, Dash the lights and kill the spiels Where glows a face of calm, Gnash each drama round the keels. They were all we owned Where they lie dead, there may be none Embalm the filmic gods with bones For now all love is done.
Jim Bellamy was born in a storm in 1972. He studied hard and sat entrance exams for Oxford University. Jim has a fine frenzy for poetry and has written in excess of 22,000 poems. Jim adores the art of poetry. He lives for prosody.
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