#1927 - fled on foot

1927

6.101

11.iv.25

fled on foot

my escape from words

 

for wise surprise

 

 

from the day spin

into the picture

 

my escape

into the world

and from

 

grim pile

and tell

tiptoes too

 

into the wish of where I am

 

my work is to show so

 

it’s not by accident we’re here

 

under coin

beneath a note of promise

(cross cheque, make ache my own)

 

ready set

 

today

 

no munitions fall on me

life’s suffering, if you will

 

and see the ribs show through

we eat the others here

 

I know that I’m the damage

 

plant a flag to claim country

and sing into the dream wilds

just as if they were my own