Plummeting Bird

Plummeting bird
Wings at your side
Hit by a missile
In the countryside

What is your evil?
That you must die
Yet never a tear
In your little bird’s eye

Did you struggle with angels?
And lose the fight
Do they take your wings?
And your power of flight

Plummeting bird
Who flew above Queens
Plummeting bird
Who flew above dreams

Plummeting bird
My oh my
Falling to earth
How well you die

With plumage like fire
That lights up the sky
Falling to earth
How well you die

Plummeting bird
With a dove in your claw
That flies to freedom
Before you hit the floor

Leaf

A brown autumn leaf on a black pond
– Was it you? Not breathing, quietly alone.
Then the earth began to hide its light
This thought was buried back at the limit
Of the ovate leaf of thoughts that night
Sang a lullaby to, and it was you
Afloat on sleeping water, packed up
For winter, the movement of the human

Body’s weight of silver soul and mind
Entwined together, a love unconsumed
By the heart beating beneath the days
Of reflection, running to catch him and
Saying – it was you.

But for you there was me in the setting sun
Already set – as the bright darkness
Where the stars shone, where you were walking by

That Staffordshire pond; it must be you
I felt you as you quickly passed by in life
Making an impression you vanished –
Into the roads disappearance thinking –
Briefly, you’d missed something that was there
Floating on the water the last leaf of me
In autumn

Regrets make a fine food to dine on soon

You’re not hungry, you’re growing thin fading
Like every hope you’ve had was rooted
In your past uprooted by pride and the
Stupid fight that leaves behind these leaves
On the waters of regret, you drink hoping
One last resurrection time to come
Alive- out of mind

Never Steal The Eggs Of An Eagle

Never steal the eggs of an eagle
Never steal the eggs of a golden eagle
For the eggs are precious and very rare
and the parents don’t forget you
They follow you from the clouds
and they wait until the night
To repay you an eye for an eye

So never steal the eggs of an eagle
Never steal the eggs of a golden eagle
For they fly to you in the night
and they repay you an eye for an eye
They watch you in the night
and they watch you where you lay
Then they come in the night
and they take your baby away

Park bench, sandwiches

Park bench, sandwiches
You began feeding a pigeon
A sound like the Holy Spirit descended
A flock of browns, creams and greys
They tussle, gulp down crusts
I am for a poor footless stumpy one
Thin and bedraggled
It totters along on its stumps
Overtaken by the scrum
It dives under their legs
Sad skeletal neck thrust out
It flops beneath their bodies
I persist and it gets fed
I grab at a plump one
That pigeon look of amusement
I sense you beside me
Lost in thought
I feel runny nosed, boyish, unromantic
The child in me suspended in formaldehyde
We struggle out of ourselves
To find romance
Like blind chicks from an egg

I seek not and I am left alone

I seek not and I am left alone
I let go because I am sad
The soul is in the blood and is made of self
Without a mother, the baby dies

Learn about what nature says to God through nature
The design of nature is the foundation of mankind
In the void, I hang like an autumn leaf
On this branch of Gods memory

If the best that everyone has to offer was allowed
Goodness like a blanket of snow would cover the earth

Like Honesty

Here I am staring,
At Honesty,
Purses full of seeds.
Some people say
She escapes from gardens,
But I found her alone
By the canal-side
Half a mile from anywhere
One plant growing
On miles of towpath
Soft serrated pear-shaped leaves
Four purple petals
Like butterfly wings
Looking from the hedge-growth
So I picked her and brought her home
And put her in a jar of water
And as evening falls
I stare into the face of honesty
Her flowers
Pretty and vivacious,
Gentle and bright
Have gone and now
She’s turned silver with age
And I’ve fallen into a sad mood
Wishing I knew a girl
Like Honesty

One Brave Bird

One brave bird
Beaten by egg-crushing cats.
One brave bird
Angry at the cat-keeping block.

One brave bird
Has surrounded us.
Squawking with relentless fury
In the gold fire of her heart,

Shooting down bullets of bird spit
That the whole community ignores.
Surrounding the block
With a phantom chain of battling noise;

Her nest a ruin of bones in the hedge
Her new generation murdered.

In the field of few men
A natural garland of nature;
The daises dance in the air
The moles have big blue eyes –

Let one brave bird join you
To live out her long red life.

2019