Various forms, jump into sestinas

with withering winds and eager ancestors

A room with no windows shakes and rattles

It holds inside a madman singing of

Man's Fall.

 

From man back to monkey

With a wave of Mr Wizard's Wand

That cruel hateful yellow star

Kissing chaos: my man is not ill

Tasting the salt, feeling the bullets

 

He disappointed his ancestors,

as he cared nothing for the worm

 

Wizards pray in bullet rain, and the wind laughs at us

Joyriding across the truth with Nigel across skeleton trees

Mr Magic's wind-strewn apes rocked his wizard ways

 

It might be a clapped out old

banger but it had plenty of action

on the back seat.