3 April 2025
4 April 2025
courant
far below the boil of battle
a laughing woman in full spectrum suit
runs through a tunnel of collapsing books
she reverses water into heat
and crypto into the melt
of a moment to pursue a knight
who from his ledge of lies
slips into a morass of other books
the ledgers of the loving and the dead
heraldry is all that’s left him, engrailed movements
in an azure field, a decisive blazon that’s
all gone wrong, pursuivants squealing in a manger laid
the division’s hard to bear, the woman’s ordinaries
confute his shield, her tinctures turn to stains
her blood dries up, she paws the air
his slipping armour’s tarnished
her reflection blurs in it – a dream
of salutary and sole allure