Stars twist and turn
but I've never been one
for reading into whatıs
conjoining with what
or where to look for
horoscopic alignments.
In the dark a bush burns
brightly
its branches lighting up
the cut-over ground
melting oranges in the frost
singeing the night's edges.
A voice comes funnelling
closer and Iım mentally
scrolling through names
of men and women
written in gold
or silver
or bronze
or just scrawled
on noughts
and crosses
on the walls of shops
and factories
on outcrops
of JESUS SAVES rocks
stacked in piles
on volcanic hills.
It speaks to me
from the advantaged
position of being
disembodied
camouflaged
by the night.
The bush burns and flickers
but doesnıt die out and Iım
starting to wonder
whoıs trying to push words
like flower bulbs
into my brain.
At the first sniff of thunder
the special effects
include fresh new growth
an explosion of petals
the shedding
of a dead man's skin.
The evidence
too soft
to handle.