Small Mercies - Large Fries"I broke a bone while hunting meatLost an arm and half an earAt least I've still got both my feetMy pointy stones and flinty spear"
Little Boy On A Silver PlateLittle BoyOn a Silver PlateDropped a mushroomToo late
End Of World Sonnet"This is The World, and I have this to sayIf you would kindly give me room to askI hear that you have fixed my final dayIt's on this point I take you all to task""It would appear that I have double-bookedAnd Death and Pestilence cannot now be thereIt is a point I must have over-lookedWith War and Famine breeding everywhere""It is on bended knee that I imploreCan we re-schedule to another day?My diary says of free days I have fourTwo days in April, two days the end of May""P.S. to close, there is just one thing moreKindly feed the horses, there will be four"
The EyeI see a figure in The EyeMischievious Pan a-riding by?A Pegasus with mighty wingsInside The Eye I see these things.I see a window open wideA million storms and more besideA molecule and Saturns' ringsWith My Bright Eye I see these things.I see a figure, just a shapeA parasite, a clumsy apeA man with plague, the bringer bringsIn My Minds' Eye I see these things.I am that man, that awkward childThe leech that bleeds the world beguiledI fight the sleep that smothers, clingsTo close My Eyes to all these thingsAwaken now and shake yourselvesYou worm-eaten books on dusty shelvesBe opened, be leafed, be all that it bringsAllow Your Eyes to see these things.