Poem: ‘Unpasteurised’
Peter Redgrove, 24 January 1985
The strange unpasteurised heights, And that excellent suntanned all-copper Waterworks sticker mechanism
With plastic ballcocks sucking at them And snowflake zinc tanks sunk high Into the arteries of a cloud-mountain Of circulating ocean.
We empty the system and venture With flaming torches into the mains, Into the conduits maned with weed That falls about our heads uncombed, which lead
Along...