Here’s To Gravesend

 To dance to time backwards,

    with neither flesh nor bone

in step to the last syllable:

  a first bar to put an end

 to race, wars and religion.


The sort of party

   -all completely good natured –

levelling up things.

    Would that be so bad ?


Held by the light of moon:

   as out of the crypt we crept mad

       with nobody watching except our friends,

         everyone dancing a shade unclad.

Any description will do – even resurrection –

            Here at Gravesend.

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