She with her cloves so black
She bitter crow, tooth by claw
The rattling steam cooker
Boiling the red hot hob
Hobbling as horses hooves
Clattering shore
Those steely stolen feet of stone
Clabbered the pebble dash dawn
Sorted in the graves
Of fish, rolling out the crease of sea
Ironing flat the deep
The bees of sleep have sung and hum
The waxwork town of men
All fixed are they
Henna brushed the tattoo lanes
Which wild willows blow
Shutters sound of shop door bells
Cling, clang ring of moneyed tills
Billowed bills and dollared dills
That faintly smell of sea sprayed sills
And that joyful, lawful wind
Which judges not least itself be judged
Just moronically mows down the morrow in moans
Dredges cats from alleys in calls from bins
Winds dogs barks around lamp posts
Their authors and owners
Trailing as cod fish on a leash
Clasping gawp gobbling as turkeys at the goblet air
Of homespun hamlets and heavy Irish hair
Just blandishments of bandicoots
And boron rods of care
In the cooker of his dreams
And machinations of a mind’s lair
Just hag the egg men
And hog the sea weed
Dredge the cock spurs from out the chicken feed
Chafe the chaffinch and fetch the Magpie
Palaeolithic the mega myth before I die
Follow the saintly swan too all white bread
The skatey scanty sea of scurvy hunger
And weevil whales that bore through
The biscuit of the big belly jelly deep
As leviathanic gloves that slip the silky thin night
From the dread grey sea
The shimmering shining sun as a smoky fish house glade
Hung up to dry in a witch watchful sky
The sun is Gaol and Heights goosing by
The chimney pot pig sties
And roofs of ribbon rotted warmth that ties
All of death’s cold down to earth
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