Sex Fossils
Here our weight of things –
of lost words & phrases in
peat bogs & chalk-fat hills
around our quiet homes –
see me alive – again – after
it was never translated – a
basket case of verbs – of it
said aloud – desperate sex
is an ancient thing – you’ll
never heal down there – In
fossilisation we find them
cowered – bared – auld ills
will thrill those who open
up for frail hip advantages
& shallow profits – Park up
& engage your brake & say
aloud why [but could not]