3 August 2012
Between the dark and the soft grey light of the slowly waking day I dream of life among the trees in tall forests, far away.
On knuckled branch and balanced cling sweet vertigo relief I scrutinise horizons and scan for life beneath
The scurry of the skinny wren in infinite distress. Rallying the sterile troops in futile mute protest.
While the birds of flap in fattened dance sing gloriously out of tune. Their feathered nest wallpapered with stolen golden plume
Their cuckoo young grow stronger at another's mothers breast. and sacrifice the youth of the ignorant oppressed.
The early bird killed the worm not so it could feed, but more to starve the plebs and lame the centipede.
A forlorn fox whimpers by tail broke and missing mate meandering, she sings a song of doomed bushed isolate
The badger died out with black and white evicted from her burrow she faded to oblivion, surplus burned out colour.
Snakes no longer slip or slither through trees of wizened branch The poisoned road was blocked by a human avalanche.
I dreamt of life among the trees but the dream turned quickly sour. I'll climb back beneath the sheets and await the final hour.
Dark Dreams • Opuss № I