Guns poured into taverns hiding from a duty
The delicacy of running around a once ruined city
Restless gypsys dancing in the dust across
Rope lined boards in a former flickering gas light city.
The Belle of trams interrupting the morse
Scattered Morsels as they dress rehearse
for the mortuary crowded views as
worlds of priests holes hidden
Beneath restless gypsys.
In a new electric cinema old world of hot typewriters
And the men who swoon and faint when they
come calling with cards and oriental flowers.
Whilst the wild vales are drained and windmills gone
as watchers prepare for Maypole dance
Scrapped Hats sold along the green dragons table
Metal traded for plundered fallen apple trees.