GHOST TRAIN II

The mystic of the secret police has not

Been broken yet; The Permanent Central Opium Board

Still open for business presents red flags fluttering

Like flames in the wind, bound up in blue,

Trailing purple where in el mundo fantasmal de la raza

Smoke floats above the roofs of village houses

Near the wood: guard your thoughts

As if you were a city wall for

El mundo sombrio del oro makes of Heaven and Earth

Iron and brass: you cannot ride the Spring Wind

With plenty of antibodies and a fighting chance now;

Nor with a gaze like Zeno’s arrow across the flatlands

Towards the never-to-be-reached wide range of luminous
Hills. Beware! The party starts at six o’ clock.