Jack Penate Gemini
And the ton shot up through the dome of a church
And the tone roared down to the crypt
And the tone danced over the Thames and filled a thousand pains with stars and the splinters led to the tune of a thousand scars
I would rather (?) that can sting the heart in a way I can understand
Than this London roar, as an open soar, and a newborn baby in my hand
