una sera cosí strana e profonda
che lo dice anche la radio

                                              it's well after midnight
                                 as the final trucks
                         heave the last of the Fair
                  from cliff-top mud
               to the sound of Lucio Dalla
          bonfire roots pulsing in a S.E. wind
     oystercatchers stare from outside
a hovering disc of orange light
     & then it's the dog zig-zagging
        down the garden
           too busy & early
             for a busy early morning piss
               that finds it
                 in the vegetable patch
                       mucky & malnourished
                             with clingfilm wrapped around
                                        the raw stumps of its wings

Norfolk        November 2009