Christopher Hansard:[Tomato Ketchup]

The snow here is five feet thick

the wind here blows ice in the air

the air is blue

the fire burns

moose call high up in the hills..

that is the dream trying to escape

from the neon flashes of the fast food outlets

at christmas time, you can even hear

a man whistling and playing a harmonica

if you listen

the demiurges of the world

turn on their sides as they sleep

humanity a dream of what was

for some tonight cheap tomato ketchup

is only thing similar to the blood of the saviour

that they will ever know

as popes play politics

a second hand middle eastern cult

tries vainly to grip the earth