Roches Moutonnées

 

Hunger the lion's mak is lucky strike or dip
driven home twice to knap this coat clear of libel /
the raven sang hard as head. To bid fair warning
mastaba pilot Weir deforms his plaster bread.

The good sheep Vile Hammering Past Incest
forgot the targe in weakly comic frets
(the background is a man now in a diet Pilsner short
filtered completely out at zero kelvin).

Bark on the embers still blistering in context
pops to re-seed the void from sheer embarrassment;
a bump of wig, the blunt end first, is ridden off
to etch the hair on roc then print to emery

a condensate. Graffiti on the lion pedestal
in Horse name, by the sea, the swedes
in clapshot died. The raven is an external moon,
the ring shepherd bent on both sides of the tongue.

Hammer the lamb back in to the River Fretful
the peg is peeling back in rounding off -
go down, main rival, into the groundless heat
the padded reptile flourishes a near-perfect standstill.

Reduce the capacity for kindness further
no world line cast to shoulder all the guilt:
I interfere with the inanimate
that works, and has the memory of sculpture.

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First published in The Gig magazine, issue two, 1999

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