The next two poems in the Mutations series, in which I and Geoff Matthews take turns at mutating each others’ poems in a continuous sequence.

5      Taunt

There are miles of serene rotating shadows,

with crumbling mansions for beleaguered lords,

whose mausoleums house dry sprites of bone

When once I sought these receding dwellings,

setting aside the voices of others who warned:

‘Perils beset whomsoever attempts these withered lithic lands’

The servants of their carapaced masters issued forth

Splitting light into a myriad rays,

That swarmed as vile rubies against my approach,

Regret is a bitter pill of long-.

lost ways

A fixated end, slow and methodical was mine,

The breeze blew and I wept for a stony age.

(Graham  27 April 2022)

6        City twins

There are no steps from crossing to pavilion

from pavilion to massacre

and no distinction from cyber-attack and murder

Three people

we walk from tall tree

to other tall trees

My servants (our slaves) see great altars

and make great sacrifices of their bodies

naked in the darkness

If you are content don’t underestimate the language

and don’t go into the desert where the tone of voice

constantly changes and challenges your abilities

(Geoffrey Mark Matthews 9 May 2022)