Awkward footholds jar my ankles
Free air trips between flint and chalk
Buried here –
sacred stones, shadows, a carved codex
hessian, rags, woodcraft and stretched sisal
Hidden words –
a promise
Our children choke on your air
Our cattle succumb to your poisoned water
Puddles of marsh
Sound thins into space
Chronicles –
You abuse her youth
Your kiss offends her neck
She cries for freedom
freedom from your dreams
but you bind her in memory
You work her over and over
You suck her till she dies
~ ~ ~
Faramel
Electricity is tadpoles
I've seen them
blue and wriggly, zipping down the wire
grey, sluggish, crawling back
Sometimes, I leave an empty yogurt pot
on the floor, below the power point
and watch it fill up
I have plans to market it
as a new health product