Oh the steady stead of progress
Oh the lies of all the
Back biting dirty handed grease
Chopping the choppy ocean
Peppering the peptide brain
With kisses of devotion
Like in the silence of the grain
Fields of night in stars
Where the starlings feed
And missing you in motor cars
Scars across motorways
Across the desert landscape
We set off and face
The harshest of the hurricanes
All forgiveness jeopardy
of the hunting leopard too
Large in lioness adversity
To become a beauty
Yet spotted in vigilante vigils
Of a society of cheetahs
And well-wishers
Viciousness of wishing wells
I nearly broke my back
Looking into
The taste of cold wet pennies
And the blackness
Looking in the well
For the stars
You were there also mother Mary
Evangelist
Archangel Michael's list
Of those he deems a demon
And will strike down with his sword
And I on the roof
Tied to the chimney
On look out for Santa Clause
But all I found was my father
Signalling a beacon
Looking for the signs above
On when and how to leave us
In a gentle departure
Like is Christmas in all
Its ever-diminishing evolutions
Until all we have are national holidays
To believe in
Staring down the well
And looking for the stars
And carving out our names in
The setting cement of mortar
Like engravings on a gravestone
In a cemetery
Who would throw stones
At glass houses
If they knew what promises
Could be broken
And quite how vicious
All our wishes are