Hanging Court
Speaks to me in constricted garden paradises
on what great looms
broken eating on soul at home
with just hope that glow filled
blood on moonbeams is yours,
so I bend plea-filled & prowl bedside
corked the Workers Revolutionary Party
to a faceless dry-eyed squaddie
a mad unetched intruder of love
is bloodless & sight degrades comrades
boils a G4S Mercedes-Benz Sprinter,
and silenced forever a harmless life
I am
K R I E G
14 minutes
open-ended sprieled
life through the letterbox
then obscene jig in Chingford,
portcullis mouth I am
K R I E G
drainpiped with ghosts
hurts there they;ve all screamed YES
prone to fraction YES i am
in the sea salvum iam facito tu dominum
I am
K R I E G bloated be hanged
muttered of paper he swore
their own lives to gaol
signed at top and counter-signed at bottom
pleased servant at Power’s gate beset in heath
seizure by sleepless want
all the flowers unbend his care
and threatened to burn the house down
and kill to cry dog
and make in some persons
to message again with fresh threats
and force to goe land disguised
in the message of destruction
laid out your night
I am
K R I E G punishment
and hasted to look over chastes
armed and in disguise in eyre
fall into vermin traps
were in ruin and hay ricks
K R I E G turf cutting
be wound up; and it was
in the woods and waste
exposed to attack
dissolved local lords of manors
and park owners
cut turf here
sits smiling on the plains
and peace and plenty tell so many
celebrated the mild regiment
i sting here K R I E G
in settled bards
hits the eye want
its curbing offenses
keep smiling on plain
I am
K R I E G
drift down the stream
the accession should be destroyed
given way to rabbits
become common
of trees and contagious
land leaving
for encroachments
for unlicensed building
for fences too high
drawing off let us look
at this forest once again
in peats sold outside hanging court
a few gentry
and it was and had been
privately owned
cut down
I am
K R I E G no future
takes oath but underhand after gramme
made sentences and judgements of
penalties i have hardly had a quiet night
but here knee bent and doubled over
on corked white wine I surrender
vespers
what blue made of keep and
I am
K R I E G dead
of witnesses look’d for reprieve
if he’d consider to repent
so as to save his soul from ruin &
once hanging days blood thins
their own country infest the road
dead I am
K R I E G
