Dark ships… are on the horizon,

profane cargoes,

holed up and howling.

Drawn,

to the centre of it…

 

1. There is a hole in the city.
2. The edge of the hole is ringed with steel.
3. Nobody has seen the whole of the hole.
4. The hole is not the head or the heart…the hole is the pancreas.
5. The hole is not black but that does not mean it has never been or may not yet be.
6. ALL CAPS LETTERS SIGNS.
7. Arrows, roads and paths mark the centre.
8. 6 hours walking to it, from it and around it.
9. “We roped ourselves together”
10. A single bell hung from a lamppost was rung every 13minutes.

Dark ships…

moored in the tepid swell,

unload their cargo.

Pomona is rising.