Jerusalem

(after seeing the play by Jezz Butterworth on Broadway)

A fairy sings Jerusalem
I think of Blake wandering through London
in the shadow of dark satanic mills
along the river Thames

I wonder what Americans make
of the pied piper smashing the TV
his debauched party in the woods
the May fair staffed by high Morris dancers

For Blake they were utopias
America and Jerusalem
perhaps they still are compared to this
though this has magic

A sad drug dealer summoning giants
I wonder if they understand
has more magic than all their TV sets
their goal ridden lives