Westfield

My Lord, we have built again
your city: Akhetaten's towers
and parades, its regal temples
rise anew from slums. Your Valley
of the Lea shall host a crush
of heroes, statues cast
in tinted mint obsidian
to spatter-catch your heat;
each ray you stretch to us
we grasp and use to form
the holy signs: Monsoon
and Nike; Prada, Gucci
- our love is near complete.
(draft v1, 19/9/11)