Poem - From Light at Bristol Arts Centre July 8th-
31st 1967
This poem appeared in a catalogue for an exhibition of
art by patients Kevin worked with whilst doing art therapy
work in the 60's.

My world gone black
and crumbling
wasting slow
and nothing done

Across the gorge a sheeny horse leaps

A mark of respect.
The dull medal
on my breast pinned

A time for celebration in the holy city

Whenever I look at it
so far down
the grass shining below
like bronze

Trumpets the size of tubas
Gay hats and singing
Painted banners flicking in the breeze
Laughing masks
and laughing
             and I speak
                               then I speak
             HOW I SPEAK

Words just fly from my mouth

             All my magic
             flows out.