The Angel Pool

I cast a line
Of silverton
Over the sea

Bale mirror shines
Of angel's pine
And soc scents of

London is fallen
London is fallen over me
I see the light
Poured as gold
Down through the trees

High in the night
Shivered chrome
Godsent to London

Lime little eyes
Knead and gore
Pale babes in spring

Crawl through the crust
To summer's door
Godsped to London