By Noel Conneely

the land a carpet
the sky a net to stop us
falling out of ourselves
to stop us edging into eternity
before our number is called
not something to own
before selling for a prayer
the song of the raindrop drunk petal
when you sell the land
the sky comes apart
gravity loses heart
and then the big hole
where Santa comes in
hitches his sleigh
to Paul Revere’s horse
Metacome said no like
And on a spear went his head yeah
in Plymouth for oh years

Posted on: July 1st, 2012