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To Carthage then I came as a young boy lost in the promise
Of the steady beating heart of the metropolis
But I spent so long beneath the dim street lighting
That I strained my eyes and lost the finesse of my fine hand-writing
It’s not like I need it these days – my letters home have been getting shorter
I can’t concentrate if I can’t secure a source of clean water
But there’s never a drop to drink in the concrete furrows
My anger is Vesuvius casting its shadow

Credit cards, sealed lifts and covert sanitation, processed meat and a national waste disposal system:
The scale of deception begs the question what it is we're burying.
Cosmetics, contact lenses and plastic surgery:
Bulk orders for yet more imperial finery.
Double-glazing for phasing out suspicions that this is really happening.
It seems this season the cool kids are sporting white canes and braille zines.
And when i close my eyes am I invisible?
An embarrassed smile and you assume that I'm being rhetorical.

'You', another tired second-person address,
words written hastily and under duress
I’m cold and holed up in the back of the van, devoid of eloquence or elegant plan

And I’m paranoid, and I can’t help but think,
that somewhere someone is listening in
But all the words that I kept in my pockets, jotted down on supermarket receipts,
at base turned out to be solid masonry

You wouldn't know it to look at me,
But I'm a superhero
I've got x-ray vision and everything.
My frail frame belies my strength
I can lift tall buildings
With one hand tied behind my back.

But the morning after each episode

The day will come at a redrawing of the boundaries
when Pilsudski will rear his head in Iberia,
Because he's been moving west for centuries,
Creeping every time that Mazzini turns in his grave.
And I have watched his drift with sallow skin
and with longing for the western coasts where he would lay his head and get well.
For he has caught a disease that makes him bleed when breathing.
They sent him south for the cure to the shores of the Starnbergersee.