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