WILLIAM BLAKE(1757-1827)

Beauty, beauty, beauty!

He walked on streets covered with horse shit, blood

from slaughterhouses and all trash

imaginable; skies

clouded with coal smoke, houses

black from coal ash and smoke,

grand manors of the Tudor lords tottering hovels

for the poorest, and he

walked in paradise

with an angel on his side,

the whore and the pimp, the pickpocket

and the starving child in their

earthly hell far away

from his godly thoughts.

25.09.2018