This must be the wasteland That I walk upon Funny how it first appeared Funny now it’s gone Covered now by bird wings That fly and sing their song This must be the wasteland That I walk upon
A hundred years ago There was a battle here The sky alone remembers The blood washed down by tears Covered now by visions That the angels left behind This must be a wasteland That I walk upon
This must be the wasteland That bloody awful battleground This is where the waste ground Consumed in fire Look at it now – And do not cry This must be the wasteland that I’m on
This must be the wasteland Converted into farmland Funny how it still seems bad To walk here and not feel sad Covered over now by gravestones Windblown corpses all alone This must be the wasteland That I’m on
You enter the theatre and you find your place The setting is in darkness A lion like beast can be seen skulking y the far edge It is attacked by another larger beast This image of violence takes centre stage now The second beast is on the back of the first Sinking its sharp fangs into the nape of the first ones neck It will not die quickly The second beast bites harder and harder
A jeer goes up Don’t let the first beast die like this
They somehow float up into the sky Some men maybe angels come to the rescue One takes the front paw of the second beast One takes the other paw and they pull the limbs in opposite directions
The second beast has to let go now As soon as it is pulled off of the first beast An explosion above our heads Both beasts seem to have exploded Fire and charcoal and soot rain down on our heads The curtain closes
Life goes into the conjurer’s cabinet and he cuts it in two. You run to get the bus. He opens the cabinet to show the head smiling, the feet wriggling. You run through a glass arcade of night. The children watch in awe. On the work shop floor you run like a shackled puppet through buzz saws of all emotion and emerge in slices. Children’s games are all that’s left that’s whole.
A ship is made of two eyelids that open up the sky and an enormous eyeball stares down at you. Do you see the conveyer belt that the sunlight arrives on. The wind blows a large leaf into your face. With a pair of scissors you cut the moon out of the sky and paste it into your pillow book. Higher and higher you go as if separated from the earth. Your bank balance is exhausted and you fall suddenly into the swimming pool.