Folk of the Twilight Counties (Dreamtime II)

FOLK OF THE TWILIGHT COUNTIES
Dreamtime II

Serving tea and cocktails
on a crowded junction
On the crossroads of the city streets

Lukewarm ladies spitting orders,
drying up in evening Sun
Traffic's running wild among the tables

City corners blackened
as I heard them call my name
Their hissing sounding like a compressed evil

Disfigured folk of the twilight counties,
trepanation casualties
Fingering the burr-holes on their foreheads

Three eye-sockets moist with anguish
Asking me to touch their wounds
The pulsating grayish human tissue

Touch my mind..
Touch my mind..
Touch it !
Touch it !
**** my mind !