The Swine - by
The swine hangs on,
/ The swine hangs on to power,
/ The townsfolk mutter round the tower:
/
/ ‘Roast him, toast him,
/ Thin…
meat
Street Market - by
Here, under the awning of cotton,
/ Tomatoes are heaped in a flare
/ Of glossy red beauty, and rotten
/ Sick-sweet smells of fruit fill…
To Eat of Meat Joyously - by
To eat of meat joyously, a juicy loin cut
/ And with the fresh-baked, fragrant rye bread
/ Chunks from the whole cheese, and…
Flying-Fox - by
More rat than bird,
/ more superstition than fox,
/ you hang from that banyan
/ branch like a deflated black
/ umbrella and, when you flap
/ through the…
A Child’s Calendar of Feasts - by
September
/ Peel some hazelnuts while they’re still green. Our grapes can hang another day.
/
/ October
/ Take these walnuts next door. Tell them we…
The Original (Selkirk) and the Alternative Grace - by
with apologies
/
/ Some hae meat and canna eat
/ And some wad eat that want it:
/ But we hae meat and we can eat,
/ And…