every typo is a town in wales
& theres a monster in my chest
playing hectic percussion
on the bluebird bones
& up there
in the sunlit uplands
i swear the hibernating mammals
are busy hijacked my slumber
~
& deaths back pages are condensed & lucent
in a twelve minute drivethru crematorium farce
the thin smoke of bones is forgetting itself
& dissolving in glyphs up there
in the grey bluebird sky
Ford Dagenham - UK