Budapest times

In the Out, and any way between

From the Castle set in the Clouds I dream

Dreaming of the spires through

Salt encrusted streets

Someone has sprinkled the Danube

Now its grown extra feet

Far beyond the telegraph

Far over the clouded plain

We journeyed on for hours

Until we rested again

About the busy city

Where the rounds and squares

Fitted into pegged holes

Banners on castles walls where statues stare

Trailing in the sunny azure

An actor from the ramparts calls

Down to invaders at the doors

Stifling in the thronging crowd

We held hands in palms

In clovers, in the marble whiteness

Of the stone that shone like daisy petals

In a field of fire

Under the Trinity Statue and the dome

Whose symbols drove away the plague

Whose gold was yellow chrome fatigue

Whose cherubim twinkled as a fat ballerina around

The legs of Mother Mary, Father, Son and Spirit’s Surround

Trumpeters and fanfares of Ideas

So high and Mighty Up high within the battlements

Embattled soldiers, embodied all the queer and flighty

Tendencies of Post holders to abandon their guard

But their Military training kept them standing hard

(It was a military thing not an object d’art)

Standing to protect this fortress of the mind

Where such ideas integral to statehood we can find

The common man must be able to see but not quite

Touch the divine

For If he does what else is left but to topple regime

Castle post

Aristocracy must keep its distance from peasant orders

Of that kind