by Nick Gisburne
My mother, She, the universe, was dead
And all Her skies and stars were smoke and soot
A child of heat, of light, I breathed and bled
To build a bridge of anger underfoot
It led me to the centre of my rage
And there I carved the wonders of a world
From innocence, from pain, a poisoned age
Of ecstasy and agony unfurled
Around it, in a single, silent shift
A braid of twisted wickedness took shape
A fire, a sea of symmetry, a gift
To burn the soul of every human ape
My blood, my flesh, my misery, my toy
A meaningless creation I destroy
