Like a minaret
 or an electric eye
 over Londoners
 over the rank and file
 and the cold blood
 of our daily lives

 Over bitter lakes
 over [bad word] 
 where the belly burns
 to bury belligerents
 in the dull reins
 of their daily lives

 In my shaking legs
 the blood of the enemy
 where the light has gone
 a radiant effigy
 and the embrace
 of a daily life