RegenerationThe sky burned,A jet trail splicing it apart…I swear I see another world in that gap.Where the sky broke apart Just beyond the old, old snow-capped castle And the still unpolluted new masonry Roses, thorns and anchors in the brickwork,Long extinct sea-lifeHolding up the world I knowAs the skies fall down in flakes--But the real roses are gone;The anchor sunk-- two miles down, And even those walls will eventually crumble.