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This is a distinctly neurotic unpublished piece of work from 'The Columbus Poems' of 1986, few of which have seen the like. I think it would be humorously apt to dedicate it to Andy Jackson. Parsifal I came down to the seashore And standing on a rock Wailed at the whole world 'Why do you hate me so Why do you seek to destroy me I am the future The computer age Yet you persecute me so. 'I have been alone for all eternity Struggling onward with my vision Yet the picture breaks Fragmented tattered banners Dip and deck in the fading sun. 'Love was an illusion Only the hot grunt of sweat in the night Poetry flattered to deceive The magical does not communicate All's left is the memory of a girl's eye. 'I was the undefeated My horsemen thundered on forever Cresting waves, descending valleys In a riotous crash of sound There was panic in the greenwood. 'The black widow was dryeyed over me She built her nest, stone by stone Excluding me from her old age But I hounded her to her lair And forced her to leave me. I stood naked on the Aegean seashore And yelled insults at the Greeks For had I not come from Hell itself My past and my future a ruin To be alone for all eternity Renouncing my questioning 'I am the oldest god in Europe I see everything The flotsam of civilisation The debris of another try Western man is a great striver. 'Where the satellites spin And the space probes pout Where a baby boy inherits the stars And this cold machinery Shapes our hearts. 'Who knows of the marriage with the machine The symbiosis of man and electronics It's only a tool For good or for bad The spirit is of the undefeated. 'I walked out in the morning air For it was that time of year And calmly looked to right and left And the world bade me have fear, Accept the breaking of the dream There's another one on the way To be sung on the seashore in summertime By a boy who's just newborn. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%