- Ballad Of A Dying Sigh
The maiden lies twixt silken sheets, upon her comfy bed,
But around her cosy bedchamber, all kinds of nasty obstacles
are shed .
There are gin-traps on the landing,
Tin tacks round the floors abound,
And trip wires on the ceiling . .
Her valiant suitors to confound.
An ogre keeps her prisoner,
- Charnel Boy
I’m the Charnel Boy,
Bone inspector,
Unpaid pagan spectral rector.
Sheep grass boy with lupine whine,
Wood stained skin and eyes incarnadine,
And eyes and eyes incarnadine
Incarnad-eyes incarnadine.
I tend. .
- Squashed Things
Death throes in the hedgerows, bones beneath the grass
Flesh and fur and gravel mix, as giant cars crush past
Insects on the windscreens, feathers on the grille
Skulls along the bumpers, red coatings to the sills
Of squashed things.
Airborne fowl make fatal flights, rodents fatal runs
Slugs make fatal slithers to a cliff edge one by one
All share one long grey graveyard, one hallowed stretch of ground
- The Human Chicken
“It had a big black beak
Big yellow feet
Little red eyes
Bright blue feathers
It was very clever
All the cockerels were afraid
No wonder,
seventeen stone it weighed
- Within The Green Green Avon
Pike eat pike, pike eat pike,
Pike eat pike, pike eat pike,
Pike eat pike, pike eat pike,
Pike eat pike, pike eat pike,
Pike eat pike, carp kiss,
Cross currents criss cross criss.
Slow motion combat amongst the weeds,
As tench on battling bullhead feeds.