...Is Set Upon A Hill

And if a city is set upon a hill Over gate and bud Bound to the road Whilst stars breathe long songs And if in that city That is set upon a hill You find gold or silver Bracken or brick On that set hill's crown The witches whirl around Dig up long fingers But do not lift their eyes With fingers strong Latched with fly-song and tiles On the foundations of the house Rise turrets of stone But in the eclipse Under which you slept You slipped out sooner than you knew And in that city, I read In the loft where the rats and mice shine By a canopy of walls And in that man's house Their eyеs are shining And the mousies' hеarts beat Like a 9:30 clock That has abandoned its name And caught in some net Under the poppies' cling With the scent of dust And tea and toast And dead is your mistress And dead is your wife And dead are the children As deaf as death are their streams And the skies are silent And the words from our lips But if a city stands upon a hill With its beams and sunlights With kiss 'n' tell And the latch and its fetch Relied on in dreams My advice to your dreams? "Roast a spider, toast the tiger" Just memories stretched out From nursery rhymes or spectres Time for tea with the dream queen With a free flick and trick twist Whilst spinning the coins By the clock by your head Haloed with curls Full of cypress and empress And thousands of suns At the door again