Their Prayer

This is another piece intended for the original 'Made In England' script, which was a film with music about the redefinition of English national identity. This particular piece was a voice over for the lead character in the film, George, and was about club culture...and particularly how anything which subverts mainstream society is absorbed into it and heavily commercialised. Music, and dancing to music have the potential to be intensely spiritual experiences. Drugs to (and particularly when in combination with dance and music) can provide a similar experience (though, surely these are dead ends on shadow planes to enlightenment). Club culture represents to me the role that entertainment can play (particularly in this its most extreme commercial form) in replacing spiritual ambition. There is something desperate and futile within that whole culture (and yes, I've been there and done it and seperately futility and desperation seem to be constants in my life anyway) Ofcourse, that's just what I think...and I know that others have read different things into what I write, which is fine...I don't own them. They didn't come from me...as with all creative things, the source was beyond the beyond surely?

Their Prayer

Their prayer
shimmers and burns beneath their feet
from the dance floor alter
to the drowning river of followers,
as they prepare green tributes for collection
Like all the others, out in the street.

At the church door
The notes laugh and cackle
As the fattened poor box of the new God
consumes, then aches for more.

Side lines, cracks and corners
darken,
tainted by the stains of self by the unfaithful
who can ignite only blunt comment
or nerve plagued glance, and remain
gutless and vengeful.

Upon a strobe lit podium
the soiled, Nazi virgin struts
with her wanton sacrifice
for yet another fuck.

And the Messiah
preaches to the flock
from his opiate soaked decks

While the Disciples dance
as the Ice Light amongst a
frost bitten raging fire

As they say a prayer with their feet
because they never saw anything else to seek
and with their righteous vengeful stare
silence any man who resists
the burn that calls from the same narcotic flare.