Crawling crawling in the grooves,
Distant distant distant hooves,
Creeping creeping creeping blight,
Silent silent silent night.

Shiv’ring branches, mould beneath,
Sabre whispers out of sheath,
Muffled thumping, wheezing breath;
Silent silent silent death.

The Open Color of His Eyes

I sauntered past; I had a farthing.
He sat alone.  I asked him why.
He said: ‘Today I’ve eaten nothing.
‘I obviously plan to die.’

I cried: ‘But death is so sinister!
‘Let’s go and eat! It’s me who’ll buy.’
He smiled and died that very instant.
A rainbow darted to the sky.