the red king who lay with the white queen
putrefies into a blackened head
the black sun after stands purged and clean
a rainbow emerges where he bled
have I survived ? - corruption goes only
so far before it yields a peacock tail
a poppy trail on rocks - it is lonely
to keep dying like this and never fail
for the toad soul to be at the bottom -
the head revives on the hermaphrodite
the sun man and moon woman blossom
they take off into rain and black light
the warring natures stop being stroppy
when the black star sings in the poppy
Oxford
27 November 2018
A bit of alchemy. David Bowie used his lore to bring out Presley’s theme, I have used mine.