England

Grey box Grey box stacked sideways and Heavenwards With spanning wings and no sky No faint trace Or morning ember. The sky turned over And rolling and folding. The denizens The citizens The comrades linked like mail. Deep red and black and eyes. Manufacture a semblance Of better than and lesser than And modern man and model man. All the while fifty feet tall and grey. Tell us a story Of a communist. A socialist. A red star shooting skyward. How life is better in our grey Against their grey. Starvation differs in the dialect. Collapsing.