A pint on a Monday – at lunchtime?
Things must be bad – Michael –
And so they are – but I only offer lies
above salted crumbs on my table –
small pieces – but shiftable boulders
to summer’s soon-invigorated ants –
able to heft such burdens of others’
relative insignificance – of leftovers –
But that is a season away – along with
beer-swilling wasps and longer days
of enough light to keep me
from the pub and beer on Monday
Tag: insects
Insect Hunting
There was that microcosm
fixing my dawdled childhood
in which I centred myself
in a kneeled-to wondering
as unidentified insects
routed in and out – between
bent blades of variegated grass –
and in that airtight stillness
nervy sparrows let me forage
alongside their skits and hops –
until we were all fed enough
by the microscopic wonders
and then I unhinged
my tight focus – pulled back –
unhooking from nature
as Concorde halved the sky –
that white flechette – fustian –
slapping pigeons from the trees –
it was another sudden brutality
in my sub-sonic childhood