The Invitation

(A seductive voice whispers as incense fills the air) Sat within here A discarded loop in time and space Within this room I see you all in the distance Shimmering through Like bright pink desert mirages In your living tombs Stood alone In my magical circle of no rehearsals Chanting Yaruba tribes Ancient magical rites Summoning up the populous of Godhead So I the shaman can call to you “When the living ground eats the breathing Sun, I will open the secret doors to take you home. For eating and tasting words like a new, Grace Dent, at Lent, isn't for you. Just write this down and burn it in the back garden on a piece of paper. I'm ready, Come and take me to the secret amphitheatre Where the voices of the Serpent The Beast And God take to its stage To showcase who they've taken home and played.” To then write out your own name in the ruined temples books Before you line up to watch Before they return And choose Before you are took And I'll call within a heartbeat To take you East To meet Either God or the Beast (C) Copyright John Duffy