Struggle I see you lying on the ground, Your face in dirt and blood and tears; Fighting me off you bite my hand, I cannot get a grip; You kick me back but still I try, We’ve fought like this for years; You can’t see much with dirt in your eyes, I only wanted to help you up.
Sentence Alien foetus floats in scattered light, The newborn climbs the cage. Hatchlings hang from the heating pipes, Polaroids recount the days A plant bears its foliage in triumph, This season’s natural selection Of shared memories peddled, or pushed, A copper throne to elation.
Inspire Me Again/The Bird and the Hurricane Strange how storms can hold a sway On young creations’ wing; The treasures that one blows away, Another’s gusts will bring. Misfortune fears his feathered fiend To keep the wind at bay; For if this bird is caught and preened, A golden egg will lay.
Inverted Horizon Unperturbed gull, Never tire of your squawk: We know what they’ve done. Those hard hatted soldiers, Their anthills unfolding; Envying the perspective you squander. Behind cluttered skies, Your daylight fades sooner, And the nights pass star-less to dawn. You glimpse beyond, Where the quarry birds mourn Their neighbours’ dreams’ fulfilment. When will spring come To this dormant nest Where icicles hang from the edge of the Earth?