Wild, last night.
The dogs scratched and whined at the door
as gusts of wind destroyed the terracotta
army of herbs and plants in the yard.
A helicopter circled,
and a dustbin howled down the hill.
The shore is littered with drowned fish,
and the wings of birds without bodies
At the Wake
It’s a lot easier to discuss football
than mortality, Father.
And to much the same effect.
Besides, I know a lot more about football,
I’ve even played it.
You would think leaves would flutter to the ground
but they just fall straight down like dead weight.
outside my flat anyway.
An Un-Reliable Clasp Leads to a Man’s
Damnation in One Part
When he awoke
That his saint Christopher
Had loosened and fallen off
in his sleep.
Under the covers, he came face to face with Satan.