The Pretty Things- Parachute - 1970- Album

The words of the poem inside the sleeve..

''White ice towers, slow dissolving,  now fall,  below savage moon,  Iron cities soon to rust.  Warned first by the gathering shadows.  They fled  from wide vapour deserts  they turned turned towards the sea.  Pale worn the walking, pass  through concrete glades.  Torn shadows, slashed silence.''