there's a bad man on the loose
first reports
the neighbours said something about deer
that yap like owls
no one can believe the neighbours
go further go fact-finding ugh
why doesn't every river have a water wheel?
Oh I dunno
guess they lapsed the waterwheelers
used to try so hard
when there was wool and canals
now there is a bad man on the loose
in the old house on the hilltop you see
his flicker cooking monsters quick call Black Bob
get him dancing on a treadmill why isn't every
exercise bike every pec-deck loaded to the grid?
this was never an honest nation
now we are just birthday cake waiting
the neighbours will deck their garden
suffocating one hundred years of nature
oh what the fuck
he is a fat guy who barbecues chicken
and rides motorcycles
she doesn't much care for him but at least
he is constant in his racist throes
and she ain't a Paki
a boy hid here in the apple tree
below him in the pond there were newts
sometimes he came down and watched them
with a torch while the sirens blew
nothing changed
the newts died when the decking went down
every world
sucking itself in
hollow
emptied out
flying
into the fog
thank fuck for newts that squat
wet as night on the sandstone
looking up
not even wondering
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