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Still Life

Citadel reverberates to a thousand voices, now dumb: what have we become? What have we chosen to be? Now, all history is reduced to the syllables of our name - nothing can ever be the same: now the Immortals are here. At the time, it seemed a reasonable course...

The Aerosol Grey Machine

Just one breath, and it's instant death, it's the Aerosol Grey Machine! Just one breath, and it's instant death, it's the Aerosol Grey Machine! You're walking along the road one day, up comes a man dressed all in grey; he blows a little aerosol in your...

The Emperor In His War Room

(The Emperor) Standing in the space that holds the silent lace of night away from you You think that you can hold the searing, molten gold between your fingers but it slips through, tearing tendons as it goes, exposing the white of a knuckle: flesh-an...

The Final Reel

Jack and Gillian, facing their decline, Take to the dance floor for one final time. Who'd deny them this last shot? Taking a twirl, are they in the final reel - or not? Jack and Gillian, walking hand in hand, Disappearing along the shining strand. Who'd deny...

The Habit of the Broken Heart

Oh, the Sisters of Blindness from the Convent of the Broken Heart, they want to smother it with kindness, they want to tear it all apart. And there's a rock of sterile virtu' in the centre of the bay.... I'm so sorry he hurt you, but don't throw yoursel...

The Liquidator

I read the news in a paper: No flowers, please, donations to charity Like the N.S.P.C.V.d.G.G. - Yeh, send the money To Guy and Hugh and David and me. It's a joke, There is no hope left, Oh, whoever might disagree. Tell me juicy rumours, Dish me the dirt, Go...

The People You Were Going To

Your father has just left your mother, gone off to live with his latest lover: she sits there, just staring. You've got to get back to your own flat because the atmosphere in there is so bad you can't bear it. And the people you were going to America with just...

The Siren Song

Letters in pencil, some of them as heavy as lead, as dated as carbon, as black as coal, but burning as red. Clues faintly stencilled: the message, though leeched, is unbled, as secret as marble - as young, as old, as living, as dead. And always that laugh...

The Sphinx In The Face

I remember what it felt like at seventeen, I was a cat, a snake, a lizard, a mouse; still got an interest in the limousine and a spouse and a brat, country house, London flat. I'm gonna head for the island when the summer's out, I'm gonna do all the stuff tha...

The Undercover Man

Here at the glass - all the usual problems, all the habitual farce. You ask, in uncertain voice, what you should do, as if there were a choice but to carry on miming the song and hope that it all works out right. Tonight it all seems so strange - my...

Whatever Would Robert Have Said?

I am the suck of air you take that you've had many times before; I am the blow you try to fake, but which still throws you out the door; I am the air that fills your lungs, but leaves you emptier below; I am the void that you can't explain, but which is where...

When She Comes

so potent is the smell of her perfume that you think she's eternal, that you think she is everything... but no-one knows what she is. Repentance for all you should have said; her entrance seems to raise you from the dead and you think she's really with you, a...

White Hammer

In the year 1486 the Malleus first appeared, designed to kill all witchcraft and end the papal fears: prescribing tortures to kill the Black Arts; and the Hammer struck hard. Malleus Maleficarum slaughtered and tortured all those under suspicion, as the Inqui...

Wondering

I will arise: in the depths, I will open my eyes; as my breath almost fails me, survive. Wait - there's something unclear, there's something I fear now drawing close. Could it be you? Whose is that voice? Is it now time to make a choice? Ah - that irra...

Your Time Starts Now

Your time starts now Without a question, Without a clue, Your response will attest To suggestion's power, so strong And growing stronger. With self-belief You've pulled through but you belong here no longer. Fly by night, it's over; day by day it's done. Was...