This is Georgius. He was George Chapman

the poet, but hundreds and hundreds of years

ago. He was laid in this blacker than black recess

hundreds of years before Centrepoint.

Here, overpopulation ghosts off. We are by ourselves

with the channeller of shadows, channelling shadows

of another who may have known Dee, and of

his tetragrammaton.

Here he is surrounded by IESUs

with nothing at all to do

in the holy building he’s in

remembered only by this occluded rock

shadows say was carved by Inigo.

He was a ‘poeta’, so the rock says.

We will water his black roses with our eyes later

but must escape this grot

– the clockwork of night lights,

the hiss of wax –

to where Centrepoint and red buses are the norm.

A 23 will wheel us to Westway

far from the melancholia

spoken to him in radio plays,

our footfalls kicks in the tomb.


About Niall McDevitt

Niall McDevitt > poet > author of b/w (Waterloo Press, 2010) and Porterloo (International Times, 2012) > urban explorer > radical pedestrian who leads Shakespeare/Blake/Rimbaud /Yeats walks, among others.
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