Knight To Knight Come Forth Poem by mark littler

And the city changes places
Box to box
Steel to straighten
Glass to bubble cold

Wake up house for you are the wanderer
A wrecking architecture began to linger

With nothing to start at the sky
Garbage streets
Wide white birds loot and javelin

There is a castle here in acre
Hammer and taps
Casement short in the modern

bass and clarion
Knight to Knight come forth!

Not late for the clock
not out of time
Down the tunnel between brick and disaster
Ghoul loud in fathoms
Cave the bear