Dark ships… are on the horizon,
profane cargoes,
holed up and howling.

Drawn,
to the centre of it…
- There is a hole in the city.
- The edge of the hole is ringed with steel.
- Nobody has seen the whole of the hole.
- The hole is not the head or the heart…the hole is the pancreas.
- The hole is not black but that does not mean it has never been or may not yet be.
- ALL CAPS LETTERS SIGNS.
- Arrows, roads and paths mark the centre.
- 6 hours walking to it, from it and around it.
- “We roped ourselves together”
- A single bell hung from a lamppost was rung every 13minutes.
Dark ships…
moored in the tepid swell,
unload their cargo.
Pomona is rising. 