Prickly stalk of bramble
Who would not be hurt by your graze
Or by the loud voice of that bully of a teacher
The fat show off, full of arrogant contempt
Willows; sway in all those wild winds
Of slaughter
Show your flex to sustain your summer
Give your shape, it’s beauty, fair play and free
Tarmac, trodden with heavy boots
Braziers, flames, smoked aromatic moisture
Laid down over lost pastures, flattened
Trimmed, dismissive, with a massive machine
Freeway, autobahn, rhetoric
The rhetorical question
Listen - can you hear the tough guys
Hear them, they are all alone
Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle
