Buxton Spoken Words

Viral Venus

I shouldn’t hate you

but I do  

hanging there in in the sky

night after stagnant night

crimson eyed and high over Brown Edge:

Vengeful

Baleful

Venomous

April is your month the cruellest month

of course: breeding virus out of the dead land

mixing memory with desire

for summer fruit

Instead, strange blossoms bloom

under a cold furnace light:

Vesper at dawn and Lucifer at night