Briggflats (for John Winstanley)

Braggadocio !

not here my friend
no fools call to higher powers
no rant, save for the
pique-ish bulls
who care not for silent prayer
nor Rawthey,
mixing lap and rush
to song-thrush backdrop,
nor hen, inquisitive in front
of camera,
nor Bruce scratching into sized paper
all fever and forgetfulness.
 

poets at the grave of poet

find words curious, alien,
no narrative to mind so
digitise source material;

• eroding headstone
• two mowed pathways
• unkempt grass
• half-burnt clothes-horse

talk of disrespect

disrespectful

talk of simplicity

superfluous.