Mel Bosworth reads an excerpt from Ben Brooks’s An Island of Fifty.
An Island of Fifty (an excerpt)
By Ben Brooks
Autumn came with rains & the sea crept into the room beneath the mill.
It washed sobriety into the eyes of the Saints & Michael woke them all
with his plan:
WE ARE BLEEDING INTO THE BRICKS OF THIS TOWN. Concrete is a vice but we
are Saints (Catherine coughed). Let us lead these few from here. Promised
land, a holy town. There must be something. A guide will manifest, God
wills it. We will lead these men from the clutches of the tide of evil, OF
INDUSTRIAL CIVILISATON! We shall save them, salvation. They shall be Gods
people, free & joyful. Let us promise them grass & trees, for these they
shall have. They will be happy beyond the dreams that hands can claw. They
will see clear glass as far as their eyes will care to look.