Once-upon-a-time, a barman worshipped the Sun.

Worked nights so didn’t see much of it

but in his head he’d got stories of

the Fire God supreme,

Blaze Lord,

vanquishing monsters who'd eat out your dreams.

He called the Sun ‘Hero’,

believed it had six pairs of arms,

giant wings of flame

and the handsomest nose in the galaxy.

Made moons blush

and g...

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Any town

This town was built from flint and clay

from the iron age and the God's malaise.

This Earth leaves tints of iron and bronze.

Seas, and shells, parchment gone.

This nation holds its mark on time,

not short of the sublime

mixtures of faiths and cultures,

landmarks from other timezones.

The shape of the stars

and the arc of the moon

suggest a covenant with us...

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