Now the airplane is surrpassed
the bomb is buggered off
the horses all under bonnets

Extreme sport is Financial
Dogs of Industry tickle the nerves of mankind
Flaying a dead donkey
Camels moan in their mountains
the forests are full of ferallity....the city song issues from
a couch, a bellyaching percussive yelp
NOTHING matters
Confusion is our hidey-hole
winkings out...phonetics in
heart strings relax
we're safe

In the charnel house the bones of the poet are set in shrouds