Three odd ones

 

Spanking Angels

 

cream leather seats

silver angels

tanned

bowlered bully wide

back sides

tanned

dead man’s blood

red hands

tanned

gassed thin skin

lamp shades

tanned

but naked blondes

sun bathe

tanned,

- and no one sees the angels.

 

 

Cremation

sails of space dust

spat out on solar wind

from a dying red giant,

catching the light of stars,

fly over another horizon.

 

Through the Looking Glass

“the moon is swimming with the fishes”

 

A strong wind blows

over the ancient Weald

where cattle fall off

the edge of a field,

where crops need blood

and sweating bodies

to produce the food

to feed the masses.

 

A strong wind blows

over stable and byres

where suckles the sow

as new life expires,

where mice in the manger

chase out the tom cat

and a barn-sheltered beggar,

full-bellied, dies fat.

 

A strong wind blows

over field and farm

where factory food

can do us no harm.

if we carelessly feed

on a diet of  worm

the maggots will breed

and eat us in turn..