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