Serpentine, Tufts of hair clinging to your landscape
Whose are you? God’s or mine.
Animal psychology 1,2,3,4 questions
Is there more? than what lies at the core.
Of Cats, rats and sinking ships.
Inspired silences envelop and conflate
the elegy lead by watchful eyes.
Under a moonlit sky, pale figures glide
content to graze upon nature’s bounty
while giving their name to one who is counting.
Beans, victories, tears all are here and as everybody knows
cows drink beer.
Inside it, outside it pulling back the cart of hay at Brands Hatch
The precise meaning lost the net with the catch
and the harvest too, all of this withstand you.
And your bitter tirade against humanity.