SLAG GENERATION

SLAG GENERATION       TIM WILLIAMS   JAN.2014

STILL AS DARK AS WINTER CURTAINS
THE CRIPPLED TREES FLARING AT A LEADEN SKY
NO MORE FOR ME THE COALDUST COFFINS
NO MOR FOR ME THE CHILDS HUNGER CRIES
            

CHAPEL PEWS , TIGER NUTS AND BRACES
STRICKEN WITH CONSCIENCE, AND DISSIPATION
NO MORE FOR ME THE CONGREGATION
NO MORE FOR ME NERVOUS COUGHS GESTATION

THE WOOL THAT GROWS ON THE SINNERS SHOULDERS
WILL BE KNITTED INTO WARMER CLOTHES
NO MORE FOR ME THE FLOOD OF RHETORIC
NO MORE FOR ME THE CONVERTS PROSE

IT'S A BLACK FORBIDDING COUNTRY BOYS
WITH IT'S CROOKED , SQUALED STREETS
NO MORE FOR ME THE STINKING CESSPITS
NO MORE FOR ME THE FOREMANS BLEAT

SCRAGS OF WOMEN, BURNED OUT BY MEN
WITH CRUCIFIXES AND HOLY WATER
NO MORE FOR ME THE FISTS AND BOOTS
NO MORE FOR ME THE CHAPEL ALTER

OLD WOMEN LIE AND CRY, NEATH THE DAFFODILS
AND OLD MEN RISE FROM SHEER HABIT
NO MORE FOR ME THE DOGS HACKLED FIGHTING
NO MORE FOR ME THE SIGHT OF DRESSES RAGED

ON THE BURNED OUT SLAG OF THIS GENERATION
WE WILL BUILD A NEW JERUSALEM
A PLACE THATS FROM DEGREDATION
LETS HEAR IT BOYS A LOUD AMEN