at dawn a team of trench coated crows
solemn as a forensic squad
stalk the new mown grass lines for discarded body parts
ignoring black clad joggers
plugged into their separate realities
who scuff plough dusty paths in parallel to the municipal track
as they pass the shifty dog shit sitters
urgently rustling plastic bags
anxious to cue their charges to produce in a convenient location
mist clings hopefully chaotic to our aviator sky
but mother, with her wired up toothless jaw
like London trees is dry.
Author Bio:
Maj Ikle is a dyke writer, proud to live the last 13 years in a women's community writing on a solar powered lap top and growing plants x http://majikle.blogspot.co.uk/
solemn as a forensic squad
stalk the new mown grass lines for discarded body parts
ignoring black clad joggers
plugged into their separate realities
who scuff plough dusty paths in parallel to the municipal track
as they pass the shifty dog shit sitters
urgently rustling plastic bags
anxious to cue their charges to produce in a convenient location
mist clings hopefully chaotic to our aviator sky
but mother, with her wired up toothless jaw
like London trees is dry.
Author Bio:
Maj Ikle is a dyke writer, proud to live the last 13 years in a women's community writing on a solar powered lap top and growing plants x http://majikle.blogspot.co.uk/
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