I wake to the sound
Of the stones falling out
From the bellies of fruits
Shrivelled grey at the mouth
And Albion’s shaking
And the bones of the sow
Will rattle and writhe
Til the tremors give out

Birds flee from the garden
Wire caught in their wings
There is something we’ve forgotten
Tremors moving through string

The sun has withdrawn
From this putrid isle
The flora has died
Sliding off into slime
The flies have all passed
Through the eye of the lion
And died on their sides
Turned to slurry and iron

Birds flee from the garden
Wire caught in their wings
There is something we’ve forgotten
Tremors moving through string

The beast’s skin is raw
Fetid, orange and red
Spilling filthy white smoke
From the crown of its head
And the little black flowers
And the snowflakes are dead
And all laid to rest in
A well salted bed

Birds flee from the garden
Wire caught in their wings
There is something we’ve forgotten
Tremors moving through string

Now
Seedlings push through
Sweet delicate babies
The Red Man lifts his shoe

Stamps them

Out

It’s 249
Piercing holes in the shroud
Streaked with the blood
From the pure puppy’s mouth
This Land is Your Land
is sounding too loud
To hear all the bells pulled from deep underground

Birds flee from the garden
Wire caught in their wings
There is something we’ve forgotten
Tremors moving through string