Tuesday 30 March 2010

He Walks, He Walks


And saw the skull beneath the skin
And breastless creatures under ground
Leaned backward with a lipless grin.

Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
He knew that thought clings round dead limb
Tightening its lusts and luxuries.

2 comments:

Raedwald said...

Excellent!

I'll see your Eliot and raise you Hardy ....

subrosa said...

I can say anything which would equal Raewald's comment. :)