under the wing of a war
and the fall of
smokestack kingdoms below
great fields of iron
stand
in aging mazes of disuse and decay
spelled in cabals
of invouluted machinery
turning inwards
in shrugging molten revolutions
new world colliding with old
in a woven screen of blood and energy now
but as the last one falls
descending hands grope up to drag at the new
and up above
circular shadows
watching curiously
what strange young fruit
might yet emerge from this fermention
and in the singing sky
a fractal spins out possibility
turning shafts of pue white light
and diamond shadow
successive veils
sweeping through
like breath
each one complete
through this space
this once
and done
under the dim glass stars
of unlit christmas candle stringing
i sit
under the tree of dawn
and awaken to a sudden blur
and a sense of lifting out
'cross the rows of rails and jumbled billboards
oceanic sound
turning in great sussurring waves
turning in great sussurring waves
turning in great sussurring waves
turning in great sussurring waves
copyright 2000 by Colin Halyk
this was originally started as a poem in January just before my car accident, then turned into a song
in June of this year. The photo of Battersea power station, (which the song was titled after because a
building near Malcolm's home where I was writing the original poem reminded me of it) was taken
from the Victoria Station to Gatwick rail express as I was leaving England in May of 2000. It is, of course,
the building of the front of Pink Floyd's ANIMALS album, and also appeared in Help and Quadrophenia,
if I'm not mistaken.
Last month's lyric
The album lyrics
