Evolution is testing me;
Her step-sister, Society
Arrested me, complicity.
Canal side paths I cannot walk,
An ancient pump disused
Within a bruising of hedgerows;
My gaumy brain encrusted
With tawny bone and moss.
Deep within me,
Peaty bogs, a cairn stone
Beside a waterfall’s spooling locks
Where thoughts swirl in a pool,
Froth, and only downstream still.
Tell them, tell all the kilted boors
When their universal chores are done
And the last absconders have gone
That I rejected it all.