Bogman

 I am back now where I want to be

Lord I can die easy

As long as you bury me

In this peaty realm

I’ll become a peat man

Preserved

Just like we observed

In the museum

 

They dug him up

Like a timber

I remember

The juices of the earth

Were his blood

The memories

Of geological time of birth

Of his mother back in Mr’s Noah’s flood

 

What of his love in the distant past

What of his family and friends

Who knew this brother of the black mud

And who knew of his final end?