Dawn in Winsunmite (first stanza)

 

“And on thy head I place this crown

Of purest oak, and in thy hand

A goldy sceptre, whilst clad in gowns

Of fustian the finest to wave it wand-like

Dispensing justice with your merry band

Of slaves, had up for the week as masters

To govern under your command.

There is no present nor any past,

Nor any laws you’ll make to last

Beyond the week, except for this,

That when your rule has finishd fast,

It’s bacchanals and all it’s bliss,

Suicide you’ll make, bringing first your master-men

To the proper King in bondage once again.”

Lucifer's Gail

 

Far below where Captain Bellamy blew

Trumpet warnings under Lucifer’s gail,

Further still from where the albatross flew

To rest briefly on the falling topgallant sail,

Blue, Beluga’s monstrous brother whale

Diving, diving for the ocean’s deepest krill

And back again and past the ship turnd pail

And all it’s writhing, tortured human spill.

 

Who made them made them for the sharks, he thought,

As on and on for ocean’s deepest thrills he sought.